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  On Books and the Housing of Them
  by William Ewart Gladstone
  In the old age of his intellect (which at
  this point seemed to taste a little of
  decrepitude); Strauss declared '1' that the doctrine of
  immortality has recently lost the assistance
  of a passable argument; inasmuch as it has
  been discovered that the stars are inhabited;
  for where; he asks; could room now be found
  for such a multitude of souls? Again; in view
  of the current estimates of prospective
  population for this earth; some people have begun to
  entertain alarm for the probable condition of
  England (if not Great Britain) when she gets
  (say) seventy millions that are allotted to her
  against six or eight hundred millions for the
  United States。 We have heard in some
  systems of the pressure of population upon food;
  but the idea of any pressure from any
  quarter upon space is hardly yet familiar。 Still; I
  suppose that many a reader must have been
  struck with the naive simplicity of the hyperbole
  of St。 John; '2' perhaps a solitary unit of its
  kind in the New Testament: 〃the which if
  they should be written every one; I suppose
  that even the world itself could not contain
  the books that should be written。〃
  A book; even Audubon (I believe the biggest
  known); is smaller than a man; but; in relation
  to space; I entertain more proximate
  apprehension of pressure upon available space from
  the book population than from the numbers of
  mankind。 We ought to recollect; with more
  of a realized conception than we commonly
  attain to; that a book consists; like a man;
  from whom it draws its lineage; of a body and
  a soul。 They are not always proportionate to
  each other。 Nay; even the different members
  of the book…body do not sing; but clash; when
  bindings of a profuse costliness are imposed;
  as too often happens in the case of Bibles and
  books of devotion; upon letter…press which is
  respectable journeyman's work and nothing
  more。 The men of the Renascence had a
  truer sense of adaptation; the age of jewelled
  bindings was also the age of illumination and
  of the beautiful miniatura; which at an earlier
  stage meant side or margin art;'3' and then; on
  account of the small portraitures included in
  it; gradually slid into the modern sense of
  miniature。 There is a caution which we ought
  to carry with us more and more as we get in
  view of the coming period of open book trade;
  and of demand practically boundless。 Noble
  works ought not to be printed in mean and
  worthless forms; and cheapness ought to be
  limited by an instinctive sense and law of
  fitness。 The binding of a book is the dress
  with which it walks out into the world。 The
  paper; type and ink are the body; in which its
  soul is domiciled。 And these three; soul; body;
  and habilament; are a triad which ought to be
  adjusted to one another by the laws of harmony
  and good sense。
  Already the increase of books is passing into
  geometrical progression。 And this is not a
  little remarkable when we bear in mind that
  in Great Britain; of which I speak; while there
  is a vast supply of cheap works; what are
  termed 〃new publications〃 issue from the
  press; for the most part; at prices fabulously
  high; so that the class of real purchasers
  has been extirpated; leaving behind as buyers
  only a few individuals who might almost be
  counted on the fingers; while the effective
  circulation depends upon middle…men through the
  engine of circulating libraries。 These are not
  so much owners as distributers of books; and
  they mitigate the difficulty of dearness by
  subdividing the cost; and then selling such copies
  as are still in decent condition at a large
  reduction。 It is this state of things; due; in my
  opinion; principally to the present form of the
  law of copyright; which perhaps may have
  helped to make way for the satirical (and
  sometimes untrue) remark that in times of distress
  or pressure men make their first economies on
  their charities; and their second on their books。
  The annual arrivals at the Bodleian Library
  are; I believe; some twenty thousand; at the
  British Museum; forty thousand; sheets of all
  kinds included。 Supposing three…fourths of
  these to be volumes; of one size or another;
  and to require on the average an inch of
  shelf space; the result will be that in every
  two years nearly a mile of new shelving will
  be required to meet the wants of a single
  library。 But; whatever may be the present
  rate of growth; it is small in comparison with
  what it is likely to become。 The key of the
  question lies in the hands of the United
  Kingdom and the United States jointly。 In
  this matter there rests upon these two Powers
  no small responsibility。 They; with their vast
  range of inhabited territory; and their unity
  of tongue; are masters of the world; which
  will have to do as they do。 When the
  Britains and America are fused into one book
  market; when it is recognized that letters;
  which as to their material and their aim are
  a high…soaring profession; as to their mere
  remuneration are a trade; when artificial
  fetters are relaxed; and printers; publishers; and
  authors obtain the reward which well…regulated
  commerce would afford them; then let
  floors beware lest they crack; and walls lest
  they bulge and burst; from the weight of
  books they will have to carry and to confine。
  It is plain; for one thing; that under the
  new state of things specialism; in the future;
  must more and more abound。 But specialism
  means subdivision of labor; and with
  subdivision labor ought to be more completely;
  more exactly; performed。 Let us bow our
  heads to the inevitable; the day of
  encyclopaedic learning has gone by。 It may perhaps
  be said that that sun set with Leibnitz。
  But as little learning is only dangerous when
  it forgets that it is little; so specialism is
  only dangerous when it forgets that it is
  special。 When it encroaches on its betters;
  when it claims exceptional certainty or
  honor; it is impertinent; and should be rebuked;
  but it has its own honor in its own
  province; and is; in any case; to be preferred to
  pretentious and flaunting sciolism。
  A vast; even a bewildering prospect is
  before us; for evil or for good; but for good;
  unless it be our own fault; far more than for
  evil。 Books require no eulogy from me; none
  could be permitted me; when they already
  draw their testimonials from Cicero'4' and
  Macaulay。'5' But books are the voices of the
  dead。 They are a main instrument of
  communion with the vast human procession of
  the other world。 They are the allies of the
  thought of man。 They are in a certain sense
  at enmity with the world。 Their work is; at
  least; in the two higher compartments of our
  threefold life。 In a room well filled with
  them; no one has felt or can feel solitary。
  Second to none; as friends to the individual;
  they are first and foremost among the compages;
  the bonds and rivets of the race;
  onward from that time when they were first
  written on the tablets of Babylonia and
  Assyria; the rocks of Asia minor; and the
  monuments of Egypt; down to the diamond
  editions of Mr。 Pickering and Mr。 Frowde。'6'
  It is in truth difficult to assign dimensions
  for the libraries of the future。 And it is also
  a little touching to look back upon those of
  the past。 As the history of bodies cannot;
  in the long run; be separated from the history
  of souls; I make no apology for saying a few
  words on the libraries which once were; but
  which have passed away。
  The time may be approaching when we
  shall be able to estimate the quantity of book
  knowledge stored in the repositories of those
  empires which we call prehistoric。 For the
  present; no clear estimate even of the great
  Alexandrian Libraries has been brought
  within the circle of popular knowledge; but it
  seems pretty clear that the books they
  contained were reckoned; at least in the
  aggregate; by hundreds of thousands。'7' The form
  of the book; however; has gone through many
  variations; and we moderns have a great
  advantage in the shape which the exterior
  has now taken。 It speaks to us symbolically
  by the title on its back; as the roll of
  parchment could hardly do。 It is established that
  in Roman times the bad institution of slavery
  ministered to a system under which books
  were multiplied by simultaneous copying in a
  room where a single person read aloud in the
  hearing of many the volume to be
  reproduced; and that so produced they were
  relatively cheap。 Had they not been so; they
  would hardly have been; as Horace represents
  them; among the habitual spoils of the grocer。'8'
  It is sad; and is suggestive of many
  inquiries; that this abundance was followed;
  at least in the West; by a famine of more
  than a thousand years。 And it is hard; even
  after all allowances; to conceive that of all
  the many manuscripts of Homer which Italy
  must have possessed we do not know that a
  single parchment or papyrus was ever read
  by a single individual; even in a convent; or
  even by a giant such as Dante; or as Thomas
  Acquinas; the first of them unquestionably
  master of all the knowledge that was within
  the compass of his age。 There were;
  however; libraries even in the West; formed by
  Charlemagne and by oth