The college library was a high beautiful space, designed and built and paid for by people who believed that those who sat at the long tables before open books--even those who were hung-over, sleepy, resentful, and uncomprehending--should have space above them, panels of dark gleaming wood around them, high windows bordered with Latin admonitions, through which to look at the sky. For a few years before they went into schoolteaching or business or began to rear children, they should have that. And now it was my turn and I should have it too.