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Thanks for having me

I'll be over there - by the old bookcase - nursing a Smirnov Ice and a bowl of roasted peanuts.

"In that direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter: and in that direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad."
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
--Lewis Carroll


5 comments:

  1. An excellent choice, Ma’am!

    So good of you to notice the old bookcase.

    There are miles and miles of stacks and shelves taking up the whole lower floor of the south wing, every shelf packed tight to bursting with the accumulated knowledge and wisdom of centuries. Or so I am told, Ma’am. Books written in every language under the sun, and some from darker places, including a few dialects so arcane that human vocal cords can’t pronounce them out loud. But I wouldn’t know, Ma’am, the area is off limit. The more powerful books are chained to the shelves, I heard. No, not for the books’ protection, Ma’am, but the readers’.

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  2. Some scholars amongst our patrons might be more knowledgeable about this than I am. Dr. Zaius, for instance, claims to have knowledge of some books from the future written in some simian language. Feel free to talk to him, Ma'am. Just don't let him talk you into playing Poker with him.

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  3. Literature in chains??!

    That seems soooo wrong!

    What was it that the dormouse said? What I am wondering is who is feeding the books?

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  4. I've never met a book I couldn't tame - they just need a firm hand and a calming influence.

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  5. How about Ulysses, PJ? Nobody's ever finished that.

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