Wednesday, July 28, 2004
In The Pleasure of Finding Things Out Feynman relates how as a boy he developed an interest in the calculus and went to the library to get an introductory text. The librarian informed him that was not something he would understand. He was quick enough to say it was for his father. Stories like this are bad for my teeth, I end up grinding them. I hope this has stopped. It could have been the circulation clerk, since folks often think everybody in the library is a librarian. The clerks should also have the training to let everybody check out whatever interests them. It doesn't matter how available we make things in the catalog if our efforts are sabotaged by misguided but well intentioned staff.
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