One of the finer aspects of living in this century is being able to pull off something like this:
I was looking for a particular article, and Tweeted my dismay at not being able to get access to it through our various subscription services. One of the people that follows me (and that I follow. There should be a term for mutual following in Twitter) sent me a message asking for the citation, as she might be able to find it.
She works at the Bodleian Library. THE BODLEIAN. As a book-nerd and library-nerd from childhood, that just thrills me.
Indeed. To me, this sounds at least as impressive as making a reference to some obscure nth-century saint and getting a response from the Vatican. And the Bodleian, which in its present form dates to 1602, has had books pretty much ever since there were books to be had; when I was a young, impressionable prep, I was advised that I should regard it with awe, and in those days I actually took advice.
Things change over the years — the Bodleian these days is headed by a woman, and an American woman at that — but apparently The Declaration is still required of visitors to the library:
“I hereby undertake not to remove from the Library, nor to mark, deface, or injure in any way, any volume, document or other object belonging to it or in its custody; not to bring into the Library, or kindle therein, any fire or flame, and not to smoke in the Library; and I promise to obey all rules of the Library.”
Then again, you used to have to recite it in Latin.