December 6, 2002
It gets so quiet in here sometimes. I think I can hear the souls of all these books rustling in and out of the stacks. How many centuries of literate thought are represented within this solemn little building? Here I sit, among Incunabula Biblica, Marsden's Catalogue of Grammars, A Bibliography of English Conjuring, Croquet: A Bibliography, and all eleven volumes of Bendinii's Catalogue Bibliothecae Mediciae Laurentianae, and yet I haven't time to take them from the shelves to play. I have work to do. As it is, they beckon so loudly I can all but concentrate on tasks at hand.