"A truly great book should be read in youth, again in maturity and once more in old age, as a fine building should be seen by morning light, at noon and by moonlight." - Robertson Davies
I'm afraid I took this philosophy too much to heart, and have always found it difficult if not impossible to part with books. I guess it was partly the way I was raised. My mother was an English teacher who believed that books represented something eternal, something sacred. Discarding a book, not to mention even the contemplation of burning one, was a terrible thing, if not an unforgivable sin.
But when my mother, upon her death, left me with the task of sorting through and deciding what to do with her collection of 3,000 books, I began to believe that discarding books, even if a sin, was a forgivable one. Trying without success to find a place that would accept sets of encyclopedias from 1930 and 1950 led me to the awful conclusion that I would either have to discard them in a dumpster or burn them myself.
The downstairs of my former home was packed with books, almost wall to wall,
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