Tomorrow we move. Tomorrow is also a great and terrible day of separation – many books will say ‘Thomas, Thomas! Did we not adorn your bookshelves faithfully, awaiting only your good pleasure? When you took us down to read us, did we not offer all without fail?’ To which I will say only, I never knew you.
Some few however were set apart before the foundation of the universe. Thus chosen before all time, they will remain. Many, however, will be cast away.
In other words: So, like, yeah, I’m going to sell most of my books.