It's that time again, and boy, have we got a humdinger of a Dewey quote for you this week. Tongues have been wagging at Dewey Manor about barrel-bottoms being scraped, but let me tell you -- there are few more-capacious barrels than the barrel we're rattling around in right now. Your teaser today: Whose memoirs?
In 1903 the library had, of course, been closed access; in the Thirties an effort had been made to modernise its methods, opening the doors to readers and constructing an issue desk. There had even been purchased a copy of the current edition of Dewey. Otherwise it remained antiquated. The boiler (which I had to stoke, if not light) did little to heat the radiators, which were in any case poorly placed; the real warmth of the building came from the gas lights, that had to be illumined with long tapers that dropped wax over the floors, and even on myself until I learned how to handle them.