This definitely should’ve been in Dad’s eulogy. And it applies just as well to the rest of the family.
Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.
To be a book-collector is to combine the worst characteristics of a dope fiend with those of a miser. — Robertson Davies