..sometimes discipline is the truest form of kindness. - Robin Sloan

Of course, of course. Drugs, music, a new age dawning … and you came for an old book.

After that, the book will fade, the way all books fade in your mind. But I hope you will remember this:
A man walking fast down a dark lonely street. Quick steps and hard breathing, all wonder and need. A bell above a door and the tinkle it makes. A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.

The depot was wreathed in gentle effort. It percolated.