"I thought the job would kill me with boredom, and for a
while it nearly did, but over time I came to like it: the smell of old paper
and the taste of the dust, the deep hush of the place, a sanctuary of silence
broken only by the squeaking wheels of my cart, and discovering that nobody had
checked it out since 1936. A twinge of anthrophomorphic sympathy for these
underappreciated volumes often inspired me to read a page or two, so that they
might feel wanted."
~ Justin Cronin, The City of Mirrors, 2016
