The devilish OED

I decided the Oxford Dictionary—ten volumes, as I look back, of the entire language that conquered India and everything in its wake and is still a contender after 500 years—millions of quotations from England’s heavenly choir of literary angels so dazzling that you could sit and read and turn the pages till you died right there under big books weighing twenty pounds apiece—might be fine for the William Buckleys of this world but for certain others was the work of the Devil.
     From Ardyth's memoir New York on Five Dollars a Day