ABSTRACT
The book, the ultimate passé medium for preserving and communicating thought, has, for a long time, been destined to disappear like cathedrals, towers, battlements, museums, and the pacifist ideal. The book, static companion of the sedentary, the infirmed, the nostalgic, the conscientious objector, can neither entertain nor glorify the new futurist generations, which are intoxicated with revolutionary and bellicose dynamism.
