What library school, friends, is this?

Dr Munford, as he recounted in the March LW, began his commuting with a pleasant walk, and so he continued throughout his career. I began mine at a dead run, and I haven't broken the habit yet. Unfortunately, I was never able to reconcile the optimism of midnight revelry with the morning reality of a railway station a mile away, and I held the local record for the four minute agony; fortunately, the commuter diesel was usually so packed as to afford me twenty minutes of vertical slumber.