XXIV. Troston,
XXV. My Friend Jack,




Chapter One: Guide-Books: An Introduction

Guide-books are so many that it seems probable we have more
than any other country--possibly more than all the rest of the
universe together. Every county has a little library of its
own--guides to its towns, churches, abbeys, castles, rivers,
mountains; finally, to the county as a whole. They are of all
prices and all sizes, from the diminutive paper-covered
booklet, worth a penny, to the stout cloth-bound octavo volume
which costs eight or ten or twelve shillings, or to the
gigantic folio county history, the huge repository from which
the guide-book maker gets his materials. For these great
works are also guide-books, containing everything we want to
learn, only made on so huge a scale as to be suited to the
coat pockets of Brobdingnagians rather than of little ordinary
men. The wonder of it all comes in when we find that these
books, however old and comparatively worthless they may be,
are practically never wholly out of date. When a new work is
brought out (dozens appear annually) and, say, five thousand
copies sold, it does not throw as many, or indeed any, copies
of the old book out of circulation: it supersedes nothing. If
any man can indulge in the luxury of a new up-to-date guide to
any place, and gets rid of his old one (a rare thing to do),
this will be snapped up by poorer men, who will treasure it