"The life of a bookseller is very demoralizing
to the intellect... He is surrounded by innumerable books; he cannot possibly
read them all. He dips into one and picks up a scrap from another. His mind
gradually fills itself with miscellaneous flotsam, with superficial opinions,
with a thousand half knowledges. Almost unconsciously he begins to rate
literature according to what people ask for... That way lies
intellectual suicide."
Christopher Morley, The Haunted Bookshop p 25