I miss you, E. H. Little

I write this on floor Q+3 (or Quad+3, so 4) of the Boole library at UCC. I can hear a lawnmower, and several people typing, but nothing else—no whispers or giggles. Even the doors are silent. If I so desired, I could walk downstairs and check out a book with no human contact whatsoever, but I could only keep it for 2 weeks (with 2 possible renewals). Were I to order a book on Interlibrary Loan, it would cost me 8 euro (don’t worry, articles are only 4). Oh, but I’d better hurry, because the library’s about to close at 4:15! (Hopefully that’s just the summer hours…) And there’s no candy jar.


But hear this: their 24-hour room is called the fish-bowl. Right at home.