Stanley Fish, a famous and controversial professor of literature (I think that's right), writes a blog for the NYTimes. In this post, he writes about getting rid of most of his books, what he feels about it (not much), and his qualms about possibly retiring.
For someone who's been reading avidly since an early age it's a melancholy piece. But I'm afraid my attitude towards my books is more like one of his commenters: "you'll have to pry them from my cold dead hands". But in reality I read very little literature these days, mostly biographies and histories, and I could and should clean out the house. (But see my previous post on hoarding.)