There are but three categories of material luxury in which I feel no guilt whatsoever in wallowing. Books, music, movies. I spent the afternoon organizing mine and trying to fit them all on this enormous shelf in my room that takes up most of the western wall. I have a full CD binder with a capacity of 200, about 60 DVDs, roughly 232 videos, and about twice that many books. They all fit, but just barely.
As I was sitting back admiring the fruits of my labour (as few things fill me with a sense of accomplishment and security more than a full bookshelf) a new and terrible thought surfaced... There's no room for more.