The young man in the library folded up his list, turned away with a disgruntled look, and muttered something about there not being a single thing to read. I am not given to speaking to strangers, but his muttered remark was so obviously wrong that I could not let it pass. Well, he said, perhaps it is an exaggeration, but there's nothing available in my line. None of the books I want ever seems to be in.
Library Review – Emerald Publishing
Published: Jul 1, 1950