I really wish there had been a way to phrase this as 'A thunder of worms. ' Because I like that phrase. That's a phrase with soul. Worm thunder on the horizon, all is right with the cosmos.
All the same, they [books] do serve some purpose. Culture doesn't save anything or anyone, it doesn't justify. But it's a product of man: he projects himself into it, he recognizes himself in it; that critical mirror alone offers him his image.