“The vampires are coming! These are their weaknesses!” says the librarian, brandishing codices. Demons are trapped in books and battles demolish the light-filled library. But fear not, the heroine will save the day (and her boyfriend). That was my silly youth. (The good guys read. The bad guys smoke). Did the schoolgirl with the weapons see the stars realign one night just for her? Was she pleased? Yes and no. She struggled. Destiny snatches its devotees, or perhaps certain natures bind irrevocably to certain callings. I want—to be in harmony with what I do—taste my soul between my teeth.
Is there war between good and evil? Creatures burnt by the sun? (For Hugo, light was a moral voice, knowledge led to goodness). Among the stacks, I do not know, I am ravenous as a ghoul. But I want—to be in harmony with what I do—taste my soul between my teeth. Find me in church when the call comes, when the trumpet sounds, wearing sun-proof black leather. The tithe seized and the tithe freely given, I am—a librarian.