In comments on “Stuff,” SourGrapes wrote
TA with all that, but I’d include books too. What are ya keeping them for? In most cases it’s not to refer to. They’re intellectual bling. It’s very very unusual to have a couple thousand books, but that guy forgot to say “in our class of people”.
I keep books I want to look at again. And the rest go off to subsequent readers. Books are made to be read, not to be shelved.
Ouch, pal.
There’s something about books and not just as intellectual bling. I’m happiest in a nest full of books, all that unrealized and unread or waiting to be reread potential.
Yesterday I was rummaging through my stash of travel books, looking for old books on London for someone who’s working on the animation for (don’t spew) A CHRISTMAS CAROL, due out in 2009. (Jim Carrey will be voicing Ebenezer Scrooge/Ghost of Christmas Past/Ghost of Christmas Present/Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come. I told you not to spew!)
Didn’t find any, but found some early 20thc. Baedekers covering London and GB, found some old books covering places we’d been walking in N Wales, got sidetracked by a book on Mount Athos. … All that roaming around and a very cozy afternoon reading wouldn’t have happened if I gave away my stash of books. (I am giving away some of the books, ones I know I’ll never need/read/want to see again. But …)
I just love the potential of masses of books, love libraries. I was absolutely blissed out this trip by the Long Room at Trinity College, Dublin.
I was || this close to settling in to help them keep track of the 200K books they have stashed away there. (And Good Lord, they should join the 21st century and start scanning that collection. If that room goes up in flames, a world of knowledge will be lost. Maybe Bill Gates would subsidize the project. I’d volunteer. …)
What a place.
Heaven.