In the Washington Post, Alexandra Petri pleads with Barnes & Noble not to marginalize itself, with more effectiveness and less of the accidental elitism of a former Classics major than I could muster. (h/t Rod Dreher)
Her concluding image is a far less dignified fate for humanity than even Faulkner could prophesy:
You are all that stands between us and the nightmarish vision of a world where the only place unused books are sold is at Urban Outfitters, as decorative ironic curios, along with vinyl records and toilet brushes shaped like owls. But if this is the only place, it is the place we will go.