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A Winter's Tale

To the student, no institution is dearer than his library and its friendly circulation desk. On the night before a final exam his love of the place is unbounded, surmounting even smell, wonks, and inscrutable lighting. Last night the love was unrequited because of a few gentle snowflakes. Not rain nor sleet nor snow will stop the United States Mail. The men who staff Lamont are not made of such stern stuff.

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