A few steps apart
Someone had already snagged my favorite seat in the library, so I had to scout around for another with as many virtues. I like: a window; elbow room; solitude; quiet.
As I wandered, I was also scanning the bookshelves, as one does – and I spotted a friend!
Which naturally meant that all I had to do was turn around, and shuffle to the left a bit, and:
Hm. I’m going to have to give them some copies of The Language of Power. But that would mean talking to someone! And I rather love my anonymity here. Maybe I’ll mail them instead of handing them over in person.
Today’s random quote:
Were I to make the simple statement that I climbed to an altitude of thirty-three thousand feet, that statement in and of itself would mean nothing because I have often gone higher than that. But when I add that I did this in 1937 in a fabric-covered biplane without heating, without pressurization, and without an oxygen mask, the elements of an accomplishment are added. I nearly froze; the pipestem between my teeth through which I tried to get an oxygen supply from a tank and connecting tube was inadequate for the purpose, and I became so disoriented through lack of oxygen that it took over an hour to get my bearings and make a landing. The difference between the pressure my body was accustomed to on the ground and the atmospheric pressure at 33,000 feet was such that a blood vessel in my sinus ruptured.
– The Stars at Noon by Jacqueline Cochran, Little, Brown and Company, 1954.
And so to work…