I can identify, really. I was volunteering at the library tonight and I was going through boxes of donated books, several boxes from the same owner/former owner of them. It could have been his entire library. I don't know.
What I do know is that he must have been walking a delicate balance between his obsessions and his faith. I found as many risque books as Christian books. Maybe they were on separate shelves. I found a HB copy of Justine by de Sade, a Grove Press oversized book of - well, soft porn entitled Eros in La Belle Epoque, a paperback copy of Adventures of Fanny Hill published in Paris, and a "privately published" book called Grushenka:Three Times a Woman. Holloway House Publishing, Los Angeles. Does anything say sleazy better than that?
There were also boxes filled with mysteries and books about boats and Boston Harbor and shipwrecks. Odd combination of things. I wonder how this dude's mind worked.