"...I'm also the guy not dancing at the happening party on Saturday night. Instead, I've scuttled over to the corner of the den with my head tilted, running my eyes down each shelf of books, looking for titles I've never heard of...It's a struggle for our kind to send flowers on Valentine's Day instead of a book. We think all librarians are hot. When we read one of those newspaper articles about some mad old coot found dead in his apartment, crushed by thousands of books, we think to ourselves, How romantic."
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