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Saturday, October 30, 2004 The Secret Life of Librarians This morning, in a half-awake, half-asleep state, I stumbled into the library elevator because I was too lazy to take the stairs. As what King Louis XV called "The Flying Chair" rumbled to life, my brain slowly cleared and I realized I was staring at a green placard with the room directory. At eye level were the words: Stud Rooms "What the crap?" I thought. But before I got around to contemplating what that actually meant, the flying chair spat me out into the stacks, bewildered. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 6:30 AM : ]
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