More Happiness

Today I left the library with nearly four feet of books. Free books.

This morning one of my professors had arranged for us to meet in one of the smart classrooms on the library's lower level. After class, as I came up the stairs, I stumbled upon a long table just as two young aides were beginning to set out several carts of books. Apparently just leftover donations, most of the books had never even been cataloged. And they were just giving them away. I was particularly pleased to pick up The Poetry of Robert Frost, a complete collection of all eleven books, and the Selected Poems of John Crowe Ransom. Also, a couple in my stack bear a surname quite important to the literary history of Sewanee, and I wonder if they once belonged to a certain Andrew Lytle.