admittedly, this is nowhere near as glamorous as, say, gonville & caius, but I grew up in this library! — & you know how nostalgia makes things special. Besides, I am returning to Cambridge in approximately a week, and will miss this trembling chaos of books at home — the one place in the world I suppose I can still call mine, even though I left four years ago.
(of course, when I was younger all the books actually fit into the cabinets. No longer. They overflow onto nearly every available surface) …
(admittedly, too, some of the mess on the table is my doing — the summer reading got a little, uh, out of hand)
(this isn’t all of it)