Library of the dead

Or so it seems. Harvard is in the middle of its "Reading Period"--the 10-day stretch between the end of classes and the beginning of final exams (during which interval very little reading in fact gets done, ironically)--and traffic at the Circulation Desk has sunk like a stone. Just getting from opening at nine to my lunch break at noon was murder, and now I'm looking at the prospect of four equally-interminable hours before I get out of here at five. Ah, well. At least I can blog!