| Huh? Oh, well, yes: the last castle reached on the lifelong quest
of the packrat is always the Fortress of Classification. I usually
resist arranging my records and books alphabetically, and utterly
shun arranging them by genre, but that's only because I like to stock
my immediate environment with as many pleasant surprises as possible.
Besides, the true joy of categorization is internal: the smug, repulsive
joy of gazing upon an object and recognizing its name,
fame, glories and qualities without having to be told. In the Geek-Thrill
Great Chain of Being, categorization -- how else to say it? -- ranks
pretty high. |