Note to self--print out old e-mails, stuff into boxes, provide significant lump-sum future payment to great-great-great-great-great grandkids

Stories like this, about a collection of letters (and a "previously unknown manuscript of a poem") by Samuel Taylor Coleridge being sold to the British Library in London, sort of make me feel the need to re-read A. S. Byatt's Possession. Does that make me a dork? So be it.

Via Books, Words, and Writing, which has quickly become one of my favorite litblogs on the block.