On a glorious day of mixed sun and cloud, and almost exactly 20 years after I had paraded through the Sheldonian as part of the graduation ceremonies, I took this shot of the Bodleian Library from the Sheldonian cupola. This seems appropriate as I had spent so much of my time in Oxford in the Bodleian's various reading rooms. I recall my first day as a reader in the Bodleian when, partially overwhelmed by the holdings just of the reading rooms (not to mention the vast holdings underfoot), I was approached by a fellow reader. This young and evidently bookish reader thought it was her mission to inform me that the real holdings of the library were accessed by submitting paper slips prepared in the reference rooms. I recall smiling and saying that the various anthologies, surveys and digests that lined the walls of the reading room were another form of catalogue to be used in preparing requests. This well-meaning, if a bit too earnest, intervener departed with a puzzled look.