The Godly, Hardcover-preferring man

I prefer a book in my hands? What dribble!

I have found that rare person -- the one who prefers not ebooks, no, not phones, which is preposterous, but... a book in the hands? That old relic, the book? How on earth... how... how.... I've never heard such nonsense! Everyone prefers the fire in their eyes that comes from glaring at the screen for hours at a time. No one prefers the book. Yet... he does. Why am I so opposed to this? Does it frighten me? Is it... no... I don't feel... I don't feel that. No, that's madness. I can't breathe. How can one like this old technology? And it frightens him that kids spend too much time on their phones? As much as I disagree, I lean in, mesmerized... and I remember... I think back... Jesus Christ had a similar reception as this man.... I imagine the weight of The Bible, the glossy pages... and it is good. I imagine thousands, millions of such stories held in my hands and I cry tears of joy.