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That patron was back today, the very smart black woman who dresses in disgustingly dirty clothing and is on a different floor than the rest of us.

"Mr. Winston Smith; I would like the book by Mr. George Orwell, " she said, "1984."

I walked over to fiction to get it for her. On handing it to her she asked for "General Eisenhower."

"A biography?"

"Yes."

I chose one of the several we own, and, as I was about to hand it to her, she grabbed three books from a shelf she was near (Miller, Sue). "Read all day," she said.

Not that she would read any of them; it's an act she enjoys.