Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- an acomplishment, at last [Written yesterday] I'm sitting in the National Gallery's sculpture garden, getting gently sprayed by water from the big fountain that is its centerpiece. It's a lovely, cool day and my enjoyment of it is increased by the fact that I'm legitimately playing hookey from work. But my good mood is *tripled* by the fact that I'm scratching this out on notepaper from the National Gallery's library, of which I have just become a Reader, card and all. It's a simply fabulous library - strict, sleek, up-to-date, and staffed by friendly, helpful librarians. You request your books, wait ten minutes, and they appear, waiting for you to take them into the hushed reading room. I did productive work today. I felt like a scholar again, even if I know I'm not much of one. I'm wishing I had a laptop so I could have sat and written, instead of photocopying all my new material and taking it away to be chewed over elsewhere. I think better in an environment that expects it of me. 11:35 a.m. - 2003-09-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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