Questions, always questions. And not even interesting questions. No, she wasn’t going to tell anyone how to spell common words anymore: she’d done that for five decades and there was a perfectly good dictionary available. And as for the people who simply wished to know where they could relieve themselves, there were signs. Prominent signs. They could use their eyes or leave the library. She had work to do. Thankless, endless work. People never put things back. Books on the tables, cards pulled out of the catalog, everything out of order, and the moment she began to shelve, questions!