Confronted earlier this week with wet volumes at a local synagogue, this picture was how I remembered what to do:
That’s Philosophy professor Radoslav Tsanoff sliding pieces of dry paper between the wet pages of a book in the aftermath of the dramatic 1966 library flood. Until this week I couldn’t account for his joyful countenance in what was a disastrous circumstance but now I believe I understand.
Bonus: I don’t like the look of this. At all. There were no people anywhere around and it looked as if they’d begun assembling on their own.
