"... [S]ober interest tells me I should leave off buying books," Mr. Jefferson wrote a few days ago in response to a friend suggesting another title to add to his library of thousands.
Yeah. Right. This has all the credibility of a drunkard swearing off rum.
Well, today's mail brought yet another offer, this time a subscription to the Edinburgh Encyclopedia. He has declined, graciously, citing a surfeit of encyclopedias on his shelves already.
He's being responsible. For now.
[from 200 Years Ago At Monticello.]