There is something charmingly ritualistic about entering the inner sanctum of Special Collections in the McClay library. You are given a key and a smart pass by the librarian and accompanied to your desk. The book(s) you requested are brought to you.
The books I had asked to see were slim paperbacks in good condition. One a book of poems by a member of the Belfast Group of poets, the other a book of maxims by a 17th-century French nobleman called Duc du Rochefoucauld.
Copying is strictly controlled.
odespinner 