A postprandial fireside chat with Mr. Kieran about the ten foot Shelf (i.e. 100 books) he would retain of the several thousand books he now houses. Rambling, admittedly; he comments on those he has chosen as well as jettisoned (Pilgrim's Progress the first to go), on his own childhood reading, on background classics, on lady writers, short stories, essays and poetry. . . . The first World War is a general line of demarcation (among the more modern, Hemingway and Fitzgerald and Remarque are on the list) and the vade mecum of his appeal is for those to whom ""the light step of youth is a wistful memory"" and who find ""the days are shorter, the light dimmer, the wind colder and the bills steeper than they used to be.