Oh it may sound wicked but the logic is sound

Now that my
ladder's gone,
I must lie down where
all the ladders start:
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.

crap-solute power corrupts crap-solutely

there is no greater feeling of impotence then watching a student walk out with a book which you know in your heart will never return to your library ever again. You have no say in what little hands are pawing all over it, or what happens to it. Someone could walk up to my desk, drop their pants and literally wipe their ass with one of our library books, and the most I could do is write a strongly worded letter to the dean.