Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Yes, I've seen that Doug has memed me. I'm not sure when I'll get to that, but I will. In the meantime, packing for the move has made me realize exactly how many books I crammed into that tiny, tiny apartment. And that reminded me of the following quote from Tempest Tost by Robertson Davies.

She herself was a victim of that lust for books which rages in the breast like a demon, and which cannot be stilled save by the frequent and plentiful acquisition of books. This passion is more common, and more powerful, than most people suppose. Book lovers are thought by unbookish people to be gentle and unworldly, and perhaps a few of them are so. But there are others who will lie and scheme and steal to get books as wildly and unconscionably as the dope-taker in pursuit of his drug. They may not want the books to read immediately, or at all; they want them to possess, to range on their shelves, to have at command. They want books as a Turk is thought to want concubines -- not to be hastily deflowered, but to be kept at their master's call, and enjoyed more often in thought than in reality.

If I stopped buying books today, did not re-read anything, and did not read any of Teena's books, I could still go for years before I ran out of reading material.

Hello. My name is Philip, and I am addicted to books.

3 comments:

piggs said...

Welcome Philip,

let me introduce you to my friend Michael...

Philip said...

I never said I was alone in this passion for books.

piggs said...

Lucky for booksellers and libraries everywhere you have company.

I on the other hand have become unable to actually read anything longer than a graphic novel recently. I'm giving this thing called reading another chance with an old favorite...