Reference Books, An Ever Present Help In Trouble

Abstract

I've always thought of a desert island as a desolate, lonely place, perhaps a last resting place, a spot I'd rather not be in Where there was not even a Man Friday to talk to. I think of it as a place one reaches by water, clinging to an insubstantial life raft, clutching a half‐empty water bottle, and finally touching foot to sand, more dead than alive. Why should I care about what reference books are in my water‐stained duffle bag?

Citation

Neel Cheney, F. (1983), "Reference Books, An Ever Present Help In Trouble", Reference Services Review, Vol. 11 No. 2, pp. 7-8. https://doi.org/10.1108/eb048798