Althea nearly dropped to her knees at the sight of the pyre. It roared into the night sky, an angry lion consuming everything it was fed. And it was fed well. Piles of books were stacked in what seemed like every inch of the square. Students rolled in wheelbarrows full, young people came bearing sacks that strained at the seams, cars’ trunks stood open as volumes spilled out onto the pavement. It was not just a few books, not just a symbolic fire. There were thousands upon thousands upon thousands of books being tossed into the flames.
I can't help but think that much of this excitement was fueled by some people who didnt enjoy reading books of any kind or by people who were mostly illiterate
