Today, I checked out "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac from the library. The student librarian scanned the book and glanced at the binding.
"You know," he said, "This book has been checked out more than any other book this semester."
He handed it to me.
"I don't know if its having a resurgence, or just a perennial favorite, or what," he said.
"Well the funny thing is," I told him, "it was my Victorian Lit teacher who told me you have to read it while you're young."
I put the book in my bag.
"That's not Victorian Lit," he said.
Some people just don't get anything.
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