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The discipline of history adapts, of course. With at least partial management of technological obsolescence, the scholar of the 22nd century will be able to search our text messages, scan our tweets, fiddle our Facebook profiles, and trace our journeys via metadata. History is partially about framing enquiry into the past through the lens of the present.

The dominance of digital communication already shapes what we leave behind. But letters, far from being dead, will retain a place in our culture because they embody an intimacy and gravitas that digital communication cannot. The best examples, as Katherine Susannah Prichard understood, will not acquiesce to being covered with soil.

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You told me it was not a crime To pick a flower in its prime. If they pull the switch on us tonight,. If rolling blackouts leave us barely blind,. I'll face the darkness with an open mind. I've never seen the stars so bright. We've been sitting on this couch too long;. My eyes burn from artificial light. If the television tells it right,. Then you and I both have it wrong. If the lights go out while we eat,.

Plastic silverware won't stay strong. I'll calmly say, "I knew it all along. Neighbors gather wide-eyed in the street.

In the sudden silence, I will stand. You'll still be frozen in your seat,. Waiting for the darkness to retreat. At the end of the world, I'll hold your hand. You know there's freedom in the flight;. Technology was never completely kind. The Sentence of Sinners has been signed,. But everything will be all right. No one knows just what to say. Heartstrings pulse a steady beat—.

Streetlights glare upon the street. All the world will soon decay—. Many faces left to meet;. Calmly turn and walk away…. No one knows just what to say…. Heartstrings pulse a steady beat;. Streetlights glare upon the street:.

All the world will soon decay. Many faces left to meet. Calmly turn and walk away—. No one knows just what to say,. Heartstrings pulse a steady beat. Streetlights glare upon the street,. All the world will soon decay…. Calmly turn and walk away:. No one knows just what to say! Heartstrings pulse a steady beat! Streetlights— glare upon the— street—.

All the— world will soon— decay—. Many—faces—left to meet—. Calmly turn, and walk away. Hammers beat against the wall,. Mother sleeping on the floor. Children weeping by the door. Headlights sweep across the hall,. Leave us wanting so much more. Hammers beat against the wall. Mother sleeping on the floor—.

The Pugsley Papers were neither rescued from a garret , like Evelyn , -collected from cartridges like the Culloden , -nor saved How the following correspondence came into my hands must remain a Waverley mystery.