The Angry Librarian
The angry librarian insisted on absolute, tomb-like silence as if Karl Wallenda was traversing a tightrope above a Bengal tiger trap in the middle of the library and absolute concentration was vital to the aerialist's survival. It wasn't about giving patrons of the library an isolation tank type of experience so they could utterly immerse themselves in the printed word. It was about respecting the librarian's authority. This was her domain. She was guardian and caretaker of a small but important portion of humanity's knowledge. She deserved some respect. This was her kingdom silent save for the buzz of fluorescent fixtures and the occasional turn of a page here and there.
It was different when she started in 1957. Kids were polite. They had a sense of decorum. They had respect for themselves and for their library. Something happened along the way. Was it those dirty hippies and their awful music? Maybe it was awful parents spoiling their children rotten. Whatever the case may be she couldn't imagine making it to retirement? How could she last until 1987? Maybe 1982.
Vector illustration produced by Joe Williams in Affinity Designer
The Angry Librarian
The angry librarian insisted on absolute, tomb-like silence as if Karl Wallenda was traversing a tightrope above a Bengal tiger trap in the middle of the library and absolute concentration was vital to the aerialist's survival. It wasn't about giving patrons of the library an isolation tank type of experience so they could utterly immerse themselves in the printed word. It was about respecting the librarian's authority. This was her domain. She was guardian and caretaker of a small but important portion of humanity's knowledge. She deserved some respect. This was her kingdom silent save for the buzz of fluorescent fixtures and the occasional turn of a page here and there.
It was different when she started in 1957. Kids were polite. They had a sense of decorum. They had respect for themselves and for their library. Something happened along the way. Was it those dirty hippies and their awful music? Maybe it was awful parents spoiling their children rotten. Whatever the case may be she couldn't imagine making it to retirement? How could she last until 1987? Maybe 1982.
Vector illustration produced by Joe Williams in Affinity Designer