To me, there's an element of horror about this. They call it "bibliophile's bedroom", which sort of implies that an "animal-lover's bedroom" would be full of stuffed stag's heads, waste-paper baskets made from elephants feet, and tigerskin rugs.
Have to agree with ye, this is a barbarous way to treat a book.
I'm an animal lover. I sleep on top of a pile of ferrets, my couch is stacked cats, and my TV stand is the back of a St. Bernard.
Well, I better get going. My computer desk is hungry.
More to the point, I don't think much of this stuff is legal as furniture. I thought there was some fireproofing codes involved as far as furniture and flammability. I didn't see anything about them adding fire retardant, but then I did skim.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much more to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.--Wallace Stevens, "The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm"
The quote above is from the poem, not the poem in toto.
Well, it looks like some of them are made from "non-books." The rocking chair, for instance, is made from the MIT faculty directory.
There are many bound paper things which aren't really books, but yes, to does look like an artistic morgue.
--Wallace Stevens, "The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm"