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So I talked to Oxford Guy on the phone at the reference desk today for over an hour about Lew Wallace and Crawfordsville and Ezra Pound and Kinsey and Herman B. Wells and the Freemasons and all kinds of crazy nonsense. I've become his contact point at the reference desk. At the end of the conversation he said he was going to drop my name to some people he knew at Columbia and NYU libraries and see if they wouldn't give me a job. He also said that if I ever felt like going to Oxford I should let him know. Damn. It's a good thing I didn't go with my first instinct and make up some excuse to get off the phone after five minutes. Turns out the guy knows Jim Billington, the actual Librarian of Congress. Crazytown.
Rain is bullshit unless you're at home on your porch or something.
Rain is bullshit unless you're at home on your porch or something.