I have always been convinced that a successful childhood should provide one with a set of implicit Rules of Civilization to help form one’s opinions and actions for the rest of your life. There obviously are many such rules, but for now I want to focus on one dealing with literacy. This rule I believe contributed a lot to my character and personality. I can formalize it as follows:
It is immoral to physically harm any book, no matter if you agree with it’s content or not.
I have followed this rule all my life, and I am confident that I am a better person for that.
Lately however I am finding more difficult to stick to it, and my Fahrenheit 451 rule (‘Don’t burn books!’) is being confronted with severe physical constraints. Over the years my shelves have filled up with volumes on deprecated technology (that Oracle 8 Reference Manual for example) and crappy books that have sneaked into my house when I wasn’t paying attention, and now take up shelve space because I can’t throw them away (I’m taking about you Camille Paglia).
I have tried selling them, or just giving them away, but I can’t find second-hand bookshops gullible enough to take them of my hands. The problem is aggravated by the fact that I’ve had to add more and more shelves over the years, and now have no more wall space for the new shelves I will need to house next year’s Science Fiction purchases.
So to that Oracle 8 Manual and Ms Paglia’s epitome on gender revisionism, and yes, you too Astrology Handbook, I’m sorry but you’ll have to go.