A sort of celebration

Abstract

ONE OF the first branch librarians I worked under was a man after my own heart. I shall refer to him pseudonymously as Bill Brown—which won't prevent those who knew him from recognising him. He was a decent, taciturn chap who had been gassed during the first world war. He took his time over things and took frequent swigs from a bottle of dark linctus to soothe his lungs.

Citation

Shallow, R. (1979), "A sort of celebration", New Library World, Vol. 80 No. 10, pp. 206-206. https://doi.org/10.1108/eb038462