Now, I apologize for a heavy bias. I have always had a problem with librarians. Perhaps it was when I was shushed to my huge embarrassment, and reduced to a whisper. It caused me to hate Dewey Decimals as much as paying late fees.
Our librarian wouldn't help me find my favorites back in school, like Bobby Burns. He wrote a wonderful poem, "Ode to a Louse..." You really should read the whole poem but the last stanza (the poem, not the Nissan car...)is all I pose.
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
An foolish notion:
What airs in dress an gait wad lea'es us,
An ev'n devotion!
You are really a great help and one fine sounding board for us. I realize you really do not comprehend what it is all about but, hey, it's you.
Oh yes, I will answer your comments if you really wish, but it looks like O.B.E., overtaken by events.
"stanza (the poem, not the Nissan car...)" 8mmmauser