a long, difficult, snowy day. i was up till 7 in the morning, talking to minyin and working intermittently. and then hibernated the rest of the day. got up and had some lunch at 2, had another nap and then got up hurriedly at 4, threw on a coat and dashed out to pusey. old-timers tell us of how you can walk directly into pusey library, but that only means they haven't heard the bad news. for two years now, to get into pusey, you have to go to the bottom of widener, cross over in an awful twisting tunnel, and then make your way up again (or further down, as it may be.) it took me a long time to find what i wanted - it was misshelved - and i had left my glasses at home - i did not notice this when i was out of doors, for the dim light, the swirling snow, and the yellow glow of street lamps meant i couldn't see much anyway - in fact i thought i was seeing remarkably well - and it seemed perfectly natural until i reached up to push my glasses back onto my nose and found nothing there. the moment i stepped into the library, to my astonishment, everything went into a shocking blur. my book was misshelved, i have trouble enough looking for books even with my glasses on, i had to get on the tips of my toes and crane my neck for the top shelf was well above my head, and i was getting very hot in my eskimo coat. after that i was starving and stumbled across to the square and everything looked so dismal i somehow found myself inside john harvard's brew house and had some soup and a chicken-ginger quesadilla that was extremely thin and extremely crispy and doused in some kind of orange-barbercue sauce (tasted like kekyou and hoisin actually.) incidentally, why are oyster crackers called oyster crackers. they aren't shaped like oysters and they aren't made of them. are they served with oysters? remember in long winter pa fell into the snow-covered cave/hole and had to eat all the oyster crackers to stay alive but by jove he brought the oysters home! that must be it. did they make oyster...stew? oyster soup?