Now, you may think, "why do they read? That's pretty cool!" but no. I assure you, this is no fun break sort of chore. It is reading call numbers. call numbers.
These things...
And we did this for sixty full shelves of books. After a while my eyes start to glaze over and I generally resort to stretching in order to keep myself from completely falling asleep mid-call number.
However, today we found a new activity. There is a poem by Goethe, Erlkönig, which I read in german a few days ago. I really want to memorize this poem, and had seen a book of Goethe's poems in German and English. It was just one aisle over, and I decided to do something quite illegal for a library employee, and snuck over to grab it so I could check it out later.
But instead, temptation set in and I was persuaded to read Lara a bit of the poem. Which is rather intense and dramatic, as you can see from this picture depicting the scene of the poem.
So I stood with one foot atop the stool we use for reaching high shelves and started to read, book in my left, raised, and my right hand gesturing towards Lara.
As I came to the part where it reads "Mein Vater, mein Vater!" around the corner came a young man, who clearly realized he was interupting one of the most dramatic displays that stack of books had ever before witnessed. Needless to say, laughter insued on the part of Lara and I, while the poor student quickly changed direction and headed to another row to pass through.
Oh the beauties of working at the Harold B. Lee Library.
1 comment:
the only thing this post is missing is the drawing you made of dear old erlkoenig in new testament.
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