The Book is a good companion that comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never.
The Book is a mirror: If an ape looks into it an apostle is hardly likely to look out.
The Book is a dead thing that seems alive until we ask it something. In order to make the book into a living thing, the platonic dialogue was invented to serve to forestall the reader's doubts and questions.
The Book is a beautifully browsable invention that needs no electricity and exists in a readable form no matter what happens.
The Book is a fragile creature, it suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements and clumsy hands. So the librarian protects the books not only against mankind but also against nature and devotes his life to this war with the forces of oblivion.
The Book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.