ABSTRACT
The library of Alexandria is in my pocketbook. I also have a dirty little secret. I just down-
loaded the complete works of Mark Twain for 99 cents. How can such a man’s life’s work
be downloaded in seconds for the cost of a bottle of water? Something feels wrong
about that. What happened? Shakespeare, Tolstoy, great poets all have the same fate-
they are on my Kindle for pennies.
