I found a librarian. The musicial kind. (She wears wigs too) and her name is Tori Amos. I said, "Tori, my dear, I don't want to take up all of your time, but I have to ask one question before I sail off to Venice" (the books are stacked, the shelves waiting). Now, I don't usually choke, but I almost did, when I asked:
Why don't librarians look like you?
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