Tuesday, January 24, 2012

In The Stacks

This post by Cultural Offering brought back many happy memories of hours spent in the library at the University of Arizona:

He walked between the stacks and took it in. His eyes stayed open but he could just have easily smelled his way through. Alphabetical. He could move quickly to his favorites or the latest interest. They waited for him. No one else around here touched them. He even checked a few just to be sure. "Idiots," he thought. They have no idea what they are missing.

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