On Books and the Housing of Them

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