And yes, it’s pretty. It’s cute. It’s slim and attractive. I might even be tempted to take it out for a drink if it could hold forth intelligently on matters of re-loading fairytales and shoe purchasing.
But, as I whispered to it just before I handed it back to its mother, “I’m sorry, but you don’t feel right. You don’t smell right either … no eau de paper or ink.”
Then again, I suppose the scribe who stylused Hammurabi’s Code would have looked at a paper-based manuscript from the Middle Ages, hugged his clay tablet to his chest and muttered “It’ll never take – paper? Honestly, it’s sooooo Egyptian. Why, papyrus has only one use that’s wiping one’s …”
Well, you get the picture.