Words, Words, Words

Polonius: What do you read, my lord?

Hamlet: Words, words, words.

Polonius: What is the matter, my lord?

Hamlet: Between who?

Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

Hamlet: Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue say here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you could go back word.

Polonius: Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.

That has always been my favorite moment in Hamlet. It has stuck with me enough that frequently when people ask me what I’m reading I invariably answer: “words, words, words.”

I bring this up because I’ve taken on the task of reducing the amount of words, um books, in my collection. It is a task that is slightly herculean.


11-09-08
So it begins…

11-09-08
Some would say that I don’t need any direction in male chauvinism, those people would be mistaken. (Although this book was downsized.)

11-09-08
Books

11-09-08
That is a lot of unnecessary writing manuals.

Most of the downsized books will find their way to book sales. However, I might try to find good homes for some of these books on my own. So keep tuned to this frequency, I might post some of those books here.