I kept the slightly torn dust jacket on my copy of 'The Little Prince' -- it's such charming art. The great art on the dust jacket of my George and Martha, namely the portraits of those even toed ungulates, were cut out and sent to my nieces. Any other wonderful dust jackets have mostly shared that fate. None of Ruben's theological books contain such masterpieces, so we happily throw them away. I have wondered why so many bookshelves give an impression of messy stacks of paper rather than neat and beautifully grave books and realised it was largely due to the dust jackets. I love the way the light catches over the lettering on a row of spines: books on a shelf should be enticingly beautiful.