I had displayed four contemporary novels* on one shelf by our library comfy chairs; ones I thought all of us might read to better understand the passions at work behind the conflicts in our world. I always have high hopes that a faculty member or high school student will pick up such a book and be decidedly moved by it.
It was substitute teacher I had not seen in months who returned one today and who, in one alternating exchange of four sentences, assured me that intellect is alive, that literature lives, and that incremental learning is cause for celebration.
It is enough to keep me "librarying" - with a passion.
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