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Most Young Dealers Of The Silicon Chip Era Regard A Reference Library As Merely A Waste Of Space. Old Timers On The West Coast Seem To Retain A Fondness For Reference Books That Goes Beyond The Practical. Everything There Is To Know About A Given Volume May Be Only A Click Away, But There Are Still A Few Of Us Who'd Rather Have The Book Than The Click. A Bookman's Love Of Books Is A Love Of Books, Not Merely Of The Information In Them.

Self-parody Is The First Portent Of Age.

If We Know Anything About Man, It's That He's Not Pacific. The Temptation To Butcher Anyone Considered Undesirable Seems To Be A Common Temptation, Not Always Resisted.

The Tradition I Was Born Into Was Essentially Nomadic, A Herdsmen Tradition, Following Animals Across The Earth. The Bookshops Are A Form Of Ranching; Instead Of Herding Cattle, I Herd Books. Writing Is A Form Of Herding, Too; I Herd Words Into Little Paragraph-like Clusters.

He Had Known Several Men Who Blew Their Heads Off, And He Had Pondered It Much. It Seemed To Him It Was Probably Because They Could Not Take Enough Happiness Just From The Sky And The Moon To Carry Them Over The Low Feelings That Came To All Men.