Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
A breath of life, Sonnet XVIII read and recorded, protected from bitrot, software decay and hardware failure via a transformation from magnetic transitions on a disk to ink on paper.
The book is offset printed on Hahnemuhle Ingres paper, 90/95 gram in a edition of 75 books. 8 books are bound by hand in a wooden cover and are protected in a clamshell box with a wooden portrait of Shakespeare. The size of the wooden books is 190 mm x 150 mm x 45 mm. 67 books will be bound by hand in a elegant cover with a special paper lining.