He had given his time and money for a year or two to bring about this reform. At first he had met with cold indifference. But he stuck to his point. He had put up his money as guarantees for any books which might be lost. He had persuaded half a dozen or more school teachers to distribute books among their scholars and the parents, paying them out of his own pocket for the extra work. He had established branches in several mission churches and in one or two saloons.
"That corpse of a librarian," he explained to me, "had the fool idea that his job was to preserve books—to pickle them! I’ve been trying to show him that every book he has on his shelves gathering dust, is money wasted, that his job is to keep them moving. The city’s books ought to be in the homes of the tax-payers—not locked up in a library. The very idea horrified him at first. He was afraid the books would get dirty. Good Lord! What’s the best end that can come to a book, I’d like to know? It ought to fall to pieces from much reading. For a book to be eaten by worms is a sin. I’ve been hammering at him, until he’s beginning to see the light. He don’t cry any more if a book has to be rebound."
Indeed, the "hammering" process had been effective. That year the chief read a paper at the National Congress on "Library Extension." Of course he took all the credit; boasted how the idea had come from his library and so forth. But Benson cared not at all for that. His plan had been accepted and he was content.
He interested me immensely. Why did a man with a large income spend his time, rushing about trying to make people read books they did not care enough for to come after? I could get no answer from him. He would switch away from the question into a panegyric on reading. It was a frequent expression of his that "reading is an invention of the last half century."
"Of course," he would qualify, "the aristocracy has enjoyed reading much longer. But the people? They’ve just learned how. The democratization of books is the most momentous social event in the history of the world. Think of it! More people read an editorial in the newspaper within twenty-four hours than could possibly have read Shakespeare during his entire life. There are dozens of single books which have had a larger edition than all the imprints of Elizabethan literature put together. Don’t you see the immensity of it? It means that people all over the world will be able to think of the same thing at the same time. It means a social mind. Plato lived in his little corner of the world and his teachings lived by word of mouth and manuscripts. Only a few people could read them, fewer still could afford to buy them. ’Uncle Tom’s Cabin’ swept across the country in a couple of years. Think how long it took Christianity to spread—a couple of hundred miles a century. And then think of the theory of evolution! It has captured the world in less than a generation! That’s what books mean. We’re just entering the epoch of human knowledge as compared to the old learning of individuals. It’s gigantic! Wonderful!"