I was scanning through the bookshelves in the library in search for thin blue paperback by an author that went by Abrams. “Is it even good?” Someone asked. I told them it was one of those self-help books that were “kind of obvious in hindsight. Something like Dale Carnegie.” An announcement rang out that the library was going to close for the night in 5 minutes. I had located a copy of the book I was looking for but decided to put it back on the shelf. As I left the library the person at the front desk asked if I was borrowing anything. I told them that they didn’t have the edition I was looking for.