Indeed, perhaps only I, to whom falls the incessant responsibility of administering hearty doses of literature to the passing, unbooked masses (yea e'en as I scribe, a lost soul caws from the sidewalk, "What's so special about this place?"), sense the gravity of the morning. For it is today, and it is here, that THE BOOK OF KNOWLEDGE has alighted from on high, making its incarnate home on the unworthy leather of our own desk/ledge/elbow-rest.
The deeply embossed cover and spine protect such treasures as THE BOOK OF FAMILIAR THINGS, THE BOOK OF WONDER, and THE BOOK OF CANADA. Holy subtitles encompass What Lies Behind Your Pen, Why Do the Winds Blow, Unknown Animals, and Hints and Tricks For Odd Moments.
Read and Learn,
Oh Ones Blessed
o' the Raven!