I’ve spent a lot of the time over the past week taking notes in my own special brand of shorthand (it misses out vowels at random) on the grounds I don’t really trust the recording app on my phone, and I do not possess a Dictaphone.  Because my hands aren’t really used to that kind of constant speed-writing pressure anymore, I am pretty sure I can now feel the onset of early arthritis in the thumb and index finger of my right hand.

This being the case, last night I decided to risk it and set my phone with its lupo mini microphone to record ‘The End of Books?’ debate so I could transcribe the highlights this morning.

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