The other night I stumbled onto Franklin Court, Ben Franklin’s Printing Office and Bindery, Post Office and Bookshop on Market Street in Philadelphia

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We know our letters just fine, and we know our numbers to a certain point, but books were always the realm of four-eyed poindexters with bowler hats and cravats. That’s why it pleases us so that America’s proud illiterates are finally stepping up and pushing back against the crushing tide of education that threatens to swallow us all into its gaping maw of checked facts. Champions of the Ignorantiat will not like it here.
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