Don't You Ever Read Anything But Serious Books? Volume 2.

It is true there were vast tracts of my post-education notes that were unusable.
Anyway, there was not a ghost of a thought of their publication.
In about 1971, I read a good book with a bad title (Men Like Gods) by HG Wells. The narrator to this future utopia said that everybodys works would be published. I didn’t believe him. Electronic publishing was not even dreamt-up, by me, anyway. The HG Wells Society was talking about microfiche.
By the advent of the twenty twenties, when e-books had not been a joke for over a decade, it still did not occur to me that these notes might be a practical publishing resource.
The question arises then what were they for?
My notes were to build up a personal understanding, to make discoveries. In fact I never consulted them for this or any other purpose. Over the decades, they just became a series of bound diary embarrassments, on my bookshelf.
When I finally tumbled to the idea of recording a life-time of study, I still did not know if many of my notes could be salvaged.
One thing is plain, these notes are not reviews, for the public benefit, and make no attempt to judge any of the works, profusely or scantily featured. Some got much more attention than others. But the goal was always to improve my knowledge, not to say this is a better book. Indeed, I did not necessarily think so, perhaps for stylistic or other didactic reasons.