The National Library of Canada...

[fajrdrako]

I spent most of the afternoon doing research in the National Library of Canada. I've been there before, but not for many years. I used to go when I was an undergraduate at Carleton University, and I remember they made me jump through hoops to get the authorization to go in. I was left thinking it was an elitist place that probably wouldn't let me in.

But, encouraged yesterday by maaseru and John, I went today and got a card without much hassle, using my passport as identification. I then spent time reading a book that has always fascinated me, L'Histoire de Guillaume le Maréchal. I have read it before, but really don't remember as much as I might; the only printed version, a three-volume set from 1891, is difficult to find, and is fragile. It is more than 19,000 lines of Anglo-Norman verse, and so is difficult to read quickly.

I knew the National Library had a copy, because I'd got it once on Interlibrary Loan through the Public Library. (But they wouldn't let me take it home. The nerve.) When I asked for it this morning the library expressed doubt. "We don't usually handle that kind of material," she said. "We're mandated to carry Canadian history, you know." I couldn't tell whether she was dissing my unpatriotic study of European history, or apologizing for the library's insufficiencies. I refrained from saying, "How chauvinistic of you." They did, of course, have the book.

Because it is fragile, I had to read it in room 25, wearing white gloves (which they provided), and use of pens is not allowed. Luckily, I'd put a good pencil into my bag this morning, somewhat by accident rather than good planning.

I luxuriated in the place. I'm used to the Ottawa Public Library - a good place, don't get me wrong, but it's crowded with books and people and the air conditioning seldom seems quite right and the librarians are always busy. In the National Library, there is a hush. The air conditioning is perfect - and that's important, since it was (maaseru tells me) 40-something degrees Celsius outdoors today, or 106^o Fahrenheit. But in this cool, not-too-bright, not-to-dim room with its high ceilings and a view of the Ottawa River through its floor-to-ceilng windows with vertical blinds, I felt as if I was in an ivory tower. The table I was working at was maybe 10' by 15', and I had it all to myself. There was a space of about 10' between each table and the next, and no more than three or four people working in the whole huge room at any one time. Everything seemed fresh and clean and spacious and artistic.

I loved it. I worked until my eyes started to blur and my brain balked at understanding Anglo-Norman and the muscles of my pencil-wielding hand started to ache.

The good part? My card is valid for a whole year.

Makes me feel, if only temporarily, like the real scholar I want to be.

I took some pictures when I was leaving, just for the fun of it.

First,

The statue outside the National Library. It is called "The Secret Bench of Knowledge", and is by Toronto artist Lea Vivot.
Besides being a lovely statue, it has a delightful history.

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A fountain in the garden to the left of the main doors.

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"The Secret Bench of Knowledge" as seen from the garden,
with the entrance to the National Library to the left of the picture.
The person sitting on the bench is real, not part of the sculpture -
she was waiting for someone to pick her up.

Comments

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

thank you - I'll check that out.

[silverwhistle.livejournal.com]

It's pretty! (But things from Monferrato tend to be pretty including its princes…)

I have posted the CD-ROM today.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

things from Monferrato tend to be pretty

I think so. It ties together several of my passions - cultured knights, Italian culture, northern Italy, castles, and Outremer - what could be better?

I have posted the CD-ROM today.

Big smile and happy dance. Even the budgies are happy about it. (Or about something.)

Re budgies: maaseru is babysitting a friend's two little budgies. They are silent. Silent. They hardly chirp. They never squawk or screech. Accustomed to my cheery, noisy little hellions as I am, I find this incredible. How can this be? Aren't quiet budgies a contradiction in terms? Are they feathery impostors from another species?

[silverwhistle.livejournal.com]

Re budgies: maaseru is babysitting a friend's two little budgies. They are silent. Silent. They hardly chirp. They never squawk or screech. Accustomed to my cheery, noisy little hellions as I am, I find this incredible. How can this be? Aren't quiet budgies a contradiction in terms? Are they feathery impostors from another species?

It may mean they're plotting something… You have been warned. ;-D

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Yes. I think you might be on to something there. I will warn maaseru.

[silverwhistle.livejournal.com]

Never, ever trust a quiet budgie. Or turn your back on it.