First Impression, Zeroth Edition

Charles Dickens had some interestingly titled fake book spines to fill up space on his shelves: of particular interest to philosophers is Kant's Ancient Humbugs, in ten volumes, but I must admit a softer spot for The Quarrelly Review and Growler's Gruffiology. It strikes me that, given how one naturally makes character judgments when encountering people's libraries, someone, somewhere probably has an entire living room full of fake books, selected from a hidden stockroom to give exactly the right impression to every visitor.

Of course, if I did anything like that, the 'right' impression for guests would be bestowed by non-volumes like Procrustes: A Reappraisal.