February 6, 2006

Safe

Ann, a cyber friend of mine, ran across a 1916 advertisement for a library organizer and director in Northern Wyoming. It read, “Must be able to get along with Western people, ride and drive, as well as pack a horse, follow a trail, shoot straight, run an automobile, and be able to rough it whenever necessary.”

Accordingly, Jane Langton writes in The Thief of Venice that “To the poet Homer, libraries were holy places like churches, and the priestly librarians a blessed race, a saving remnant in a world of sin. Whenever God grew impatient and decided to destroy the world, he remembered the librarians and stayed his hand.”

CP is a librarian. There’s nothing like always being on the safe side.

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