“Reload!”
came the cry but we were already moving as fast as we could. Volley after
volley had failed to noticeably dent their numbers, the ignorant bastards just
kept coming at us. We had shot everything we had at them and we were down to the
last few books in the Library. Big thick hardcover reference books, with real
heft in them, dense with the weight of knowledge. Having worked our way through
the fiction sections we had hit them with all the beauty that literature could
offer and not scratched them. Facts had become the last line of defence.
Encyclopaedias rammed into the barrel of the Cannon, on top of tamped down
explosive ideas.
“”Prepare to fire!”
“FIRE!”
It was a stunning barrage, books impacting into the ignorant hordes, stunning them. Halting their assault, heads filled with new thoughts. They stopped to share, to listen and to talk amongst the loose pages that fluttered and fell around them like snowflakes. For a moment, it was beautiful. But it was too little too late. There were too many of them we missed, too many we could not reach. The Literary Cannon would fall and we would lose the Culture Wars.
“”Prepare to fire!”
“FIRE!”
It was a stunning barrage, books impacting into the ignorant hordes, stunning them. Halting their assault, heads filled with new thoughts. They stopped to share, to listen and to talk amongst the loose pages that fluttered and fell around them like snowflakes. For a moment, it was beautiful. But it was too little too late. There were too many of them we missed, too many we could not reach. The Literary Cannon would fall and we would lose the Culture Wars.
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