Putting a letter in that mailbox is like feeding a great big bullfrog painted blue. Don't give up on books. They feel so good - their friendly heft, the sweet reluctance of their pages when you turn them with your sensitive fingertips. A large part of our brains is devoted to deciding whether what our hands are touching is good or bad for us. Computers are insincere.
Books are sincere.
And don't try to make yourself an extended family out of ghosts on the internet. Get yourself a Harley, and join Hell's Angels instead. You are a bunch of Eves, and this is Eden, and now that you've eaten the apple of knowledge you're getting kicked out of here. Many of you intend to become teachers, which is the noblest of all professions in a democracy. Teachers can be so good for this country, but only if their classes can be cut to eighteen.