rous formes and phases, rather curious to look back upon. At first you only want certain sorts and kinds of books and reject innumerable volumes that in after years you are violently seeking. You only by degrees overcome your own prejudices and dislikes and gradually find yourself including and exploring in ever larger fields. Then there is always, and for a long time, a struggle, when you realise that the disease has really gripped you; and numerous determinations are made to stop the thing entirely and not to permit yourself to be classed with those mildly deranged people who collect things...’
Meer op een hymne lijkt wat Charles Honce schreef: ‘A book, to me, is the most beautiful thing in the world. Rubies and diamonds can't compare...
There is something about the physical appearance of a book that has the same impact on me as a lush symphony, a stupendious sunset or a painting of impelling beauty.
O, ho! some will say. You are distinguishing between people who acquire books to read and those who simply collect without regard for the contents. Not at all! Every real collector I ever have known has loved his books for their contents as well as their physical dress. All I am trying to say is that the physical dress, when a thing of beauty, is, as the poet says, a joy forever.
Up to the time I was forty or so I had read what seemed to be every book in the world and had a fair proportion of them on my shelves. I don't read so much now, but I still collect prodigiously in the fields in which I am interested. If I seem to be distroying my argument I say again, not so! My books now are more or less my tools - my library is for writing and reference but eventually I usually get around to everything, also I take my time at it and am more choosy.
But let's not get away from the esthetic appeal of books. I love their looks, I love their marshalled impressiviness on my shelves, I admire their brightness and color.
They speak in a room as no other item. A chair is a dead thing, but a book is alive and vocal....’
Kort en geestig antwoordde E.G. Wulling: ‘Like any maniac, I collect because I am a victim of bibliomania, a contagious disease. Dr. Huntington Brown, verbologist of the University of Minnesota department of English, whom I have consulted, describes the more virulent symptoms as follows - A stiffening of the neck muscles (such as one would expect to procede a foliomyelitis), a quickening of the pulse (well known to indicate the fever quarto), an inflammation of the duodecimo, an itching of the codex,