Saturday, September 2, 2017
What happens here if you're not careful
In the early afternoon at work I drank too much coffee and it caused the library to lurch in a disquieting way every minute or two. I wandered around downstairs for so long trying to gather the strength to shelve a cart of books that one of my colleagues asked if they could give me directions somewhere.
"No." I said. "I'm just gathering strength to go shelve that cart of books." I pointed vaguely towards a distant cart in the long hallway that leads to the elevator. Then half of the library sort of dipped on me, and I felt woozy.
When I finally went upstairs the copy of The Ship of the Line by C. S. Forester, that I put in a featured place on an end cap, was still there, untouched, more than a week after the fact. There really is no accounting for taste. Seventeen Vince Flynn books had been checked out during that time.
This morning I saw on my blog that someone left a comment indicating that they were amused by an old post I wrote concerning paperclips. How on earth, I wondered, did they even find it? It's nice they liked it, but what I thought was: "It all ends in tears."
We come for the comedy and the poetry kills us. Or we come for the poetry and the comedy does.
Posted by Feldenstein Calypso at 6:30 AM
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