ed and polished with a finish made
from egg white and starch。 Greedy； shameless mice will nibble these pages
away； termites； worms and a thousand varieties of insect will gnaw our
manuscripts out of existence。 Bindings will fall apart and pages will drop out。
Women lighting their stoves； thieves； indifferent servants and children will
thoughtlessly tear out the pages and pictures。 Child princes will scrawl over the
illustrations with toy pens。 They’ll blacken people’s eyes； wipe their runny
noses on the pages； doodle in the margins with black ink。 And religious
censors will blacken out whatever is left。 They’ll tear and cut up our paintings；
perhaps use them to make other pictures or for games and such
entertainment。 While mothers destroy the illustrations they consider obscene；
fathers and older brothers will jack off onto the pictures of women and the
pages will stick together； not only because of this； but also due to being
smeared with mud； water； bad glue； spit and all manner of filth and food。
Stains of mold and dirt will blossom like flowers where the pages have stuck
together。 Rain； leaky roofs； floods and dirt will ruin our books。 Of course；
together with the tattered； faded and unreadable pages； which water；
humidity； bugs and neglect will have reduced to pulp； the one last volume to
emerge intact； like a miracle； from the bottom of a bone…dry chest will also
one day disappear； swallowed up in the flames of a merciless fire。 Is there a
neighborhood in Ist