After takin' a swig o' grog, Homer belched out
this bit o' wisdom:
> The Internet makes an utter mockery of this strange and sinister thing
> called "IP" ... in many ways.
> Otherwise, you may only read these books if you are standing in the
> middle of the Australian outback at the time (presumably with a netbook
> or similar), delete them immediately after reading, and then report
> "something to declare" at customs when you return home (unless you're
> lucky enough to /live/ in Australia), so the customs officers can
> doubleplus unremember the "infringing" material from your brain, using
> electric probes and a bottle of Tipex.
That's about the only way to read most of the ouvre of Edgar Rice Burroughs
Every why hath a wherefore.
-- William Shakespeare, "A Comedy of Errors"