Aristotle read so much, one could never discount the shit that he said. He devoured books. Ate those shits up like somebody was paying him. In his house, he sat there every day and read large volumes on history, ancient spiritual texts, tons of world philosophies, and studies on any science one could imagine. There were more books in his house, then anything else. At one point, he threw out his furniture and used his books for that purpose. Everything was shaped by books—bed to couch, dining table to shelves.