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of Intellectual Over…Feeding and its consequence; Mental Dyspepsia。

There is something positively appalling in the amount of printed

matter yearly; monthly; weekly; daily; secreted by that great gland

of the civilized organism; the press。  I need not dilate upon this

point; for it is brought home to every one of you who ever looks into

a bookstore or a public library。  So large is the variety of literary

products continually coming forward; forced upon the attention of the

reader by stimulating and suggestive titles; commended to his notice

by famous names; recasting old subjects and developing and

illustrating new ones; that the mind is liable to be urged into a

kind of unnatural hunger; leading to a repletion which is often

followed by disgust and disturbed nervous conditions as its natural

consequence。



It has long been a favorite rule with me; a rule which I have never

lost sight of; however imperfectly I have carried it out: Try to know

enough of a wide range of subjects to profit by the conversation of

intelligent persons of different callings and various intellectual

gifts and acquisitions。  The cynic will paraphrase this into a

shorter formula: Get a smattering in every sort of knowledge。  I must

therefore add a second piece of advice: Learn to hold as of small

account the comments of the cynic。  He is often amusing; sometimes

really witty; occasionally; without meaning it; instructive; but his

talk is to profitable conversation what the stone is to the pulp of

the peach; what the cob is to the kernels on an ear of Indian corn。

Once more: Do not be bullied out of your common sense by the

specialist; two to one; he is a pedant; with all his knowledge and

valuable qualities; and will 〃cavil on the ninth part of a hair;〃 if

it will give him a chance to show off his idle erudition。



I saw attributed to me; the other day; the saying; 〃Know something

about everything; and everything about something。〃  I am afraid it

does not belong to me; but I will treat it as I used to treat a stray

boat which came through my meadow; floating down the Housatonic;get

hold of it and draw it ashore; and hold on to it until the owner

turns up。  If this precept is used discreetly; it is very

serviceable; but it is as well to recognize the fact that you cannot

know something about everything in days like these of intellectual

activity; of literary and scientific production。  We all feel this。

It makes us nervous to see the shelves of new books; many of which we

feel as if we ought to read; and some among them to study。  We must

adopt some principle of selection among the books outside of any

particular branch which we may have selected for study。  I have often

been asked what books I would recommend for a course of reading。  I

have always answered that I had a great deal rather take advice than

give it。  Fortunately; a number of scholars have furnished lists of

books to which the inquirer may be directed。  But the worst of it is

that each student is in need of a little library specially adapted to

his wants。  Here is a young man writing to me from a Western college;

and wants me to send him a list of the books which I think would be

most useful to him。  He does not send me his intellectual

measurements; and he might as well have sent to a Boston tailor for a

coat; without any hint of his dimensions in length; breadth; and

thickness。



But instead of laying down rules for reading; and furnishing lists of

the books which should be read in order; I will undertake the much

humbler task of giving a little quasi…medical advice to persons;

young or old; suffering from book…hunger; book…surfeit; book…

nervousness; book…indigestion; book…nausea; and all other maladies

which; directly or indirectly; may be traced to books; and to which I

could give Greek or Latin names if I thought it worth while。



I have a picture hanging in my library; a lithograph; of which many

of my readers may have seen copies。  It represents a gray…haired old

book…lover at the top of a long flight of steps。  He finds himself in

clover; so to speak; among rare old editions; books he has longed to

look upon and never seen before; rarities; precious old volumes;

incunabula; cradle…books; printed while the art was in its infancy;

its glorious infancy; for it was born a giant。  The old bookworm is

so intoxicated with the sight and handling of the priceless treasures

that he cannot bear to put one of the volumes back after he has taken

it from the shelf。  So there he stands;one book open in his hands;

a volume under each arm; and one or more between his legs;loaded

with as many as he can possibly hold at the same time。



Now; that is just the way in which the extreme form of book…hunger

shows itself in the reader whose appetite has become over…developed。

He wants to read so many books that he over…crams himself with the

crude materials of knowledge; which become knowledge only when the

mental digestion has time to assimilate them。  I never can go into

that famous 〃Corner Bookstore〃 and look over the new books in the row

before me; as I enter the door; without seeing half a dozen which I

want to read; or at least to know something about。  I cannot empty my

purse of its contents; and crowd my bookshelves with all those

volumes。  The titles of many of them interest me。  I look into one or

two; perhaps。  I have sometimes picked up a line or a sentence; in

these momentary glances between the uncut leaves of a new book; which

I have never forgotten。  As a trivial but bona fide example; one day

I opened a book on duelling。  I remember only these words:

〃Conservons…la; cette noble institution。〃  I had never before seen

duelling called a noble institution; and I wish I had taken the name

of the book。  Book…tasting is not necessarily profitless; but it is

very stimulating; and makes one hungry for more than he needs for the

nourishment of his thinking…marrow。  To feed this insatiable hunger;

the abstracts; the reviews; do their best。  But these; again; have

grown so numerous and so crowded with matter that it is hard to find

time to master their contents。  We are accustomed; therefore; to look

for analyses of these periodicals; and at last we have placed before

us a formidable…looking monthly; 〃The Review of Reviews。〃  After the

analyses comes the newspaper notice; and there is still room for the

epigram; which sometimes makes short work with all that has gone

before on the same subject。



It is just as well to recognize the fact that if one should read day

and night; confining himself to his own language; he could not

pretend to keep up with the press。  He might as well try to race with

a locomotive。  The first discipline; therefore; is that of despair。

If you could stick to your reading day and night for fifty years;

what a learned idiot you would become long before the half…century

was over!  Well; then; there is no use in gorging one's self with

knowledge; and no need of self…reproach because one is content to

remain more or less ignorant of many things which interest his

fellow…creatures。  We gain a good deal of knowledge through the

atmosphere; we learn a great deal by accidental hearsay; provided we

have the mordant in our own consciousness which makes the wise

remark; the significant fact; the instructive incident; take hold

upon it。  After the stage of despair comes the period of consolation。

We soon find that we are not so much worse off than most of our

neighbors as we supposed。  The fractional value of the wisest shows a

small numerator divided by an infinite denominator of knowledge。



I made some explanations to The Teacups; the other evening; which

they received very intelligently and graciously; as I have no doubt

the readers of these reports of mine will receive them。  If the

reader will turn back to the end of the fourth number of these

papers; he will find certain lines entitled; 〃Cacoethes Scribendi。〃

They were sa

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