BY midSeptember when these words appear there may be the first touch of frost in the mornings summer is irrecoverably over. There is yet, a week ahead, the Library Association Conference and not a few older librarians, who have a lifelong memory of Autumn conferences, are happy that we no longer hold them in May, that adolescent, variable month, but are able to catch again in the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness the pleasures we have had in our summer holidays this perfect year. The irony of it lies in the fact that there is precious little holiday in today's conference week we do not even have an excursion on the Friday. Such frivolities are beyond the great gatherings of multilateral interests that assemble. Time, too, has become almost sordidly precious.
New Library World – Emerald Publishing
Published: Aug 1, 1955