‘And this will last a hundred, at least,’ I said. ‘We’ll be dust.’ He nodded. ‘Don’t mind the thought.’ ‘Being dust?’ I smiled. ‘Someone from the future holding my work.’ ‘I like it too, Eb. But I doubt anyone thinks about the people who’ve bound their books.’ He shrugged. ‘I don’t need them to know who I am.’ ‘I do,’ I said. It just came out and I didn’t really understand what it meant.
