Every now and then, when I have to fight the urge to run away from grad school and move the House of Two Bows to a Wyoming goat farm or something, I raid the university library and come back with a stack of stuff to read for “fun.”
It’s a good reminder that not everything can be found online (yet!) and that I’m in the right place. I have access to some top-notch resources and the fortune, if not always the leisure, to be engaged in the pursuit and production of knowledge for a living.
Besides, I don’t even like goat’s milk.