From Goodreads:
May 17, 1824: Before dying in Greece, Lord Byron entrusted a friend with his memoirs. Other friends, worried that the memoirs would be scandalous, fought to destroy the manuscript—190 years ago today, they succeeded, tearing it up and burning it in the office of Byron's publisher.
I have to wonder, was it too hard for them to read it and make an informed decision? Who knows what knowledge they destroyed. But that's the feeling behind all books that are burned or otherwise destroyed, isn't it? I know there have been many instances of book burnings throughout history.
We should grieve each time a book is burned. It only shows a lack of wisdom, I think.
But that's just my two cents worth.
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