The number of books is infinite.
~ Joseph Joubert
Not long ago my wife caught me reading a book she couldn’t recall me buying. She accused me of making purchases on the sly and gestured to the double-stacked shelves to emphasize her point. How do these things keep filling up otherwise? I denied it. Books beget books, I said. They’re like rabbits. You start with two or three and they multiply quietly without your much noticing. Before long your little hutch has become a village, a city, a metropolis, a nation.