Killer librarians gonna librarian

[theflyingone]

I hope everyone has made permanent as many books as they could from the last space. Those you wish to make available to everyone, please fill out a card for each of them telling us with whom it can be found, and place it in a public catalog, like the one in L—The Workshop. [ Can he still call it Leonardo's Workshop if Leonardo is gone? He wants to, but that is also like putting salt in the wound. ] Alternatively, leave them with me in The Workshop and I will shelve them for you.

What we've just received may serve, but personal accounts such as ours will shed light on more than just general history. I encourage you to write your own. I have again gathered my own notes on last Jaunt. You can find them under the title January Codex. I did not have much this time around. A bit about youth culture, illegal vision technology, courier trade, artisan trade, smuggler trade, what Jason told me about a book describing how the plague began, and how... delinquents are dealt with.

I came back with a pair of long earrings, but I do not wear earrings. Would anyone care for them? They are made of feathers and painted bird skulls.

[ And lastly... ]

If I... did anything embarrassing during the Samhain festival, I apologize. For my other self. I was not myself. And drunk.

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[amadine]

So say the philosophers and historians, who tie themselves in knots trying to justify wars fought over one lord sleeping with another's wife. "Right" ultimately means whatever the person with the coin and the power to hang dissenters wants it to mean.

[theflyingone]

[ If sighs can be conveyed on the network, his is long-suffering. ]

I know. I know it well. But if I do not protest, then I am lost.

[ He falls silent and pensive. ]

[amadine]

An it spell our doom, at least it shall be for good, and not for glory.

If you're set on changing the world, I wish you luck, as little as that might be worth.

[theflyingone]

[ His own words float back to him in memory: If I must sacrifice myself for there to be peace, so be it. Words likely to be seen as spoken in haste, but he'd meant them with his entire heart. ]

It is not luck that will save us. But thank you for the sentiment.