Had set aside 2 or 3 classic 19th c. texts on the Greek drama, with the intent to give them the last day before the holiday, but having only recently having become aware of the free scanner, I instead continued to add to my files. Avoiding the popular and accessible stuff -- mostly things on the penumbra. I can buy the Bertrand Russell complete works (those in the public domain) for a dollar or two, but the output of FCS Schelling is a bit harder to find. At any rate, after a long day of work, I had only about a half hour for my Elysian corpus of 19th c. (largely German) criticism in translation. Fortunately, having foreseen this, I had gone into the deeper databases and found some electronic copies that hadn't been listed in the main card catalog.
So I have all of the necessary knowledge, even if I haven't read all of it yet.
The library at Alexandria was one of the wonders of the world, because they forced each ship that passed through to allow them to copy any books on board. In an ideal world, the ships would have done the same. (And it's considerably easier now, at least compared to wax tablets.)
Got irked at a few things during the day, and a gentle remonstration sort of came upon me in the early afternoon as to that sort of thing. I have to pretend to be under monastic discipline in order to keep the right frame of mind -- which, as long as I keep it sub pectore, at least when not blogging, that seems practicible. Like the worker-priests in Simone Weil, in the world, but not of the world. The recent season of adversity has given some remarkable gifts, and I certainly don't want to lose hold of them.