I don't suppose we'll need this any more:
At its best, bookselling is a noble profession, full of people who have accepted genteel poverty as a price worth paying for truth and beauty. I always felt a bit of a fraud, as my main motive was to avoid having to do a proper job; however, I think I've earned my stripes.
During the last few weeks, several high street chains have gone to the wall: Borders, Angus and Robertson and British Bookshops (not a proper bookseller, but try telling that to the people who've lost their jobs). It's all very sad.
What will happen to the next generation of feckless students who don't know what they want to do, but do know what they don't want to do?