Just realized that I'm more used to men behaving strangely in the library than women.

Today there was a woman a few tables away who was either practicing speeches for a play (I'm hoping) or she was really, really, really angry at the 27 small pieces of paper she had arranged on the table in front of her. Lots of hissing, stabbing of fingers, furious scribbling, the occasional angry tearing to shreds.

And, yes, it was 27 pieces. I counted while I tidied the shelves behind her. Four rows of seven, minus one.