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When I was appointed as librarian of the Institute of Psychiatry in 1981, I arrived after an interregnum of six months, during which period the library had been kept ticking over (or not) by non‐professional clerical staff. I faced a very difficult problem in that I knew absolutely nothing about psychiatry. (The psychiatrists had decided, learning from bitter experience, that it would be better to appoint someone who seemed to know something about running libraries than someone who expressed a passionate interest in mental illness.) Psychiatry itself was in a remarkable state of flux at the time. American psychiatry had...
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