Sunday Book-Thought 8

Hic non defectus est, sed cattus minxit desuper nocte quadam. Confundatur pessimus cattus qui minxit super librum ostum in nocte Daventrie, et consimiliter omnes alii propter illum. Et cavendum valde ne permittantur libri aperti per noctem uni cattie venire possunt.

Here is nothing missing, but a cat urinated on this during a certain night. Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night in Deventer and because of it many others [other cats] too. And beware well not to leave open books at night where cats can come.

РA Deventer Scribe from c. 1420

Sunday Book-Thought 2

A book is a fragile creature, it suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements, clumsy hands. If for a hundred and a hundred years everyone had been able freely to handle our codicies, the majority of them would no longer exist. So the librarian protects them not only against mankind, but also again nature, and devotes his life to this war with the forces of oblivion, the enemy of truth.
Umberto Eco