But onward. I finished LIACC yesterday, glad I had waited to read in its proper sequence the first and subsequent meetings of Cedric Hampton and Lord and Lady Montdore, so wonderfully, as I shall never forget, portrayed by Vivian Pickles on PBS [1989? I thought it had been earlier].

In the library now this late morning, using the one of the computers in the Science and Technology "work-station," a garrulous old man (perhaps ten years older than me, perhaps less) is plaguing the section-attendant librarian with research that he had better have done himself, with ceaseless, full-voice, friendless old man's garrulity, maddeningly distracting. I've shushed him several times--and he cannot hear me, or cannot believe that he is being shushed. Oh God, deliver me from the appalling fate of becoming what he [and most of my coevals] is [are]! If ever ever I show the least sign of garrulity, or a pathetic desire just to turn the television way up and watch Lawrence Welk, O Lord, in thy infinite mercy, push me in front of a truck.