No, let’s don’t.  But what, in the most top secret recesses of the mind, is the book you – yes, you – would ban, would gladly ban, would even, gladly, burn?  Is there anything written, ever, that might cross that final line with you?

The act of banning itself (a curious word, “ban”) is a strange one, if you think about it.  A book is a physical object, but the object itself poses no threat (unless you whale on someone’s head with it, or drop it from a cruising zeppelin): it’s those ideas, images, thoughts, words within that are so potentially bannable, right? Oh, and the illustrations, too. But how can you “ban” an idea?

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