Reading, reading...

So on my way out of the library yesterday, having just reduced my fines to a licit amount, and scanning hurriedly (with but couple of minutes of check-out time left) the New Arrivals, I saw an appealingly middle-sized The Adventures of Henry David Thoreau by one (heretofore unknown to me) Michael Sims; which--nabbing, and hurrying, with but tens of seconds to spare, through the check-out line, and rushing out into the world with--has proved, in all my waking moments since, a perfect, quirky, scholarly delight.