I have no knowledge of weblogs. But I have done what I could to form a correct estimate of their value. I have read some of the most celebrated blogged works. I have conversed, both here and abroad, with men distinguished by their proficiency in the blogosphere. I am quite ready to take it at the valuation of the webliographers themselves. I have never found one among them who could deny that a single shelf of a good European library was worth the whole blogged literature of the world. The intrinsic superiority of edited books is, indeed, fully admitted by digital evangelists.
It will hardly be disputed, I suppose, that the department of literature in which the blogger stands highest is self-confession. And I certainly never met with any critic who ventured to maintain that blogged autobiography could be compared to that of the great diarists and memoirists. But when we pass from self-confession to works in which facts are recorded, and general principles investigated, the superiority of edited books becomes absolutely immeasurable. It is, I believe, no exaggeration to say that all the historical information which has been collected from all the weblogs ever written is less valuable than what may be found in the most paltry abridgements used at preparatory schools in England.