The perks of the pseudo-librarian

While working on our school library this week (reshelving everything in alphabetical order and new categories, affixing tiny labels on the spines, adding check-out slips to the new books), I've been able to smuggle a few books to read at home. I'm finally getting a chance to read more Lemony Snicket, and take care to not startle people with my random laughter while reading in public. Only today, Klaus was relating what he'd read on hypnotism to his sisters:

"A man who lived in England in the nineteen twenties was hypnotized. All the hypnotist had to do was shout 'Bloomsbury!' and he suddenly became a brilliant writer, even though he couldn't read."