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The new library was opening next day. The branch librarian who was to run it was dashing around, inside the building and elsewhere, on a variety of last minute errands and jobs. I, as the junior, was busy writing tickets, labelling books and so on, at the counter. In front of me, arranging books on the shelves, were the Chairman of the Library Committee and the Chief Librarian himself, no less, mucking in like eager schoolboys. And as the two of them worked they talked. But were they talking about the books they were handling or anything to do with the library itself? No. The remarkable subject of their conversation was the public lavatories at Warwick Castle.