I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing that by the Victorian era, long-ass book titles were a thing of the past. Anybody know when/why titles didn’t have to be an essay in themselves?

Of the use of Tobacco, Tea, Coffee, Chocolate, and Drams, Under the following Heads, I: Of Smoaking Tobacco, II: Of Chewing, III: Of Snuff, IV: Of Coffee & its Grounds, V: Of Tea, VI: Of Chocolate, VII: Of Drams, Clearly Shewing How the Sipping of these Hot Liquors, Sucking into the Body as much of Wind as Liquor, produces Flatulencies, which (by being debar’d a Free Passage Downwards) not only Grumble in the Bowels, & Cause Wind-Cholicks, Obstructions, Spleen, Vapours, &c But also (in Women of a more Strong Constitution) Recoil up to the Head, and Vents themselves entirely in Talkativeness, and other Distempers incident to Women – All which a Free and Seasonable Vent of the Wind Downwards might have prevented. This Book is Given Gratis, Up One pair of Stairs at the Sign of the Anodyne Necklace without Temple-Bar, At Mrs Gregg’s Hosier next Northumberland-House Charing-Cross, And At Mrs Garway’s, at the R Exchange-Gate, Cornhil Side (London, 1722)

I’ve just been to the Pickering and Chatto website fantasizing about the reference books I could buy if I had a million dollars. Seriously–don’t think $500 000 would cut it.