Where is it ? Where's it gone ? My book. The one I'm supposed to have in inside me. The one we're all supposed to have. It's not there. Nothing. I've been prodded, poked, measured, weighed, tested and the library doctors can't find anything. Not even a three line haiku. There are people out there carrying not just books, but entire libraries, Smithsonian, Library of Alexandria, municipal libraries, inside them, and there's not enough in me to write a "disgusted of Tonbridge Wells" letter...