After Words

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Being from California,

I'm well aware

of the skin cancer threat.

Librarians are not known

for their tans.

We're usually pasty white.

Besides, you wouldn't

catch me dead at the beach.

# What am I gonna do

about the sunshine #

# That warms my skin

whenever you're in the room #

# 'Cause my umbrella's

been up forever #

# My winter sweater

fits just fine #

# What am I gonna do, baby

about you #

# What, what am I

What am I gonna do, yeah #

# What, what am I

What am I gonna do, yeah #

# What, what am I

What am I gonna do, yeah #

# What am I gonna do, baby

about you #

# What am I gonna do

about the music #

# That flows in me when I know

I'm seein' you soon #

# Well, there was a time

my heart was quiet #

# Now I can't stop

listening to it #

# What am I gonna do, baby

about you #

# Tell me what, what am I

What am I gonna do, yeah #

# What, what am I

What am I gonna do, yeah #

# What, what am I

What am I gonna do, yeah #

# What am I gonna do, baby

about you #

# What am I gonna do

about the fresh air #

# That I might feel when you

break my shield in two #

# Well, I once was proud

Look at me now #

# I'm just hanging out

on a limb, yeah #

# What am I gonna do, baby

about you #

# Tell me what, what am I

What am I gonna do, yeah #

# What, what am I

What am I gonna do, yeah #

# What, what am I

What am I gonna do, yeah #

# What am I gonna do, baby

about you #

# What am I gonna do, baby

about you #

# What am I gonna do, baby

about you #

You worried about

the meeting tomorrow?

I guess that won't help.

No.

Well...

maybe we'll be surprised.

Writer Jorge Luis Borges

likens libraries to paradise.

For me, public libraries

would be a perfect place,

except for one thing.

The public.

Of all the questions

about all the books

on every shelf

in this library,

what do these people ask?

- Excuse me.

- Yes?

Where is your bathroom?

Right over there,

behind the stacks.

John Milton wrote

that a good book

is the precious lifeblood

of a master spirit.

And Paul Auster

called reading his comfort...

and his escape.

It's as we feared.

With the budget cuts,

they just can't justify

the satellites.

I'm sorry.

The economy and the internet.

Kind of a double whammy

for librarians.

Jane, are you okay?

Yes, thank you.

Remind me to have you around

the next time I'm fired.

Cool-hand Jane.

You really that okay?

Sorry. I guess I was

just prepared.

You have any plans?

Oh, now, come on, Ms. Taylor.

You can finally reveal to me

one detail

of your private life.

Take a gamble.

I probably won't post it

on the internet.

I'm... I'm leaving

for Costa Rica on Monday.

Costa Rica?

You're serious?

Yeah.

Alone?

Yeah.

Jane the adventurer!

Turns desperation

into a tropical vacation.

Now that's the way

to live, girl!

If a person at death's door

does see her life

flashing before her...

meaningful images,

moments of great beauty...

what could possibly

fly before my eyes

in those final moments?

Where's the beauty

in a wasted life?

And so the point of this trip?

To create some beauty

to play at the end.

To make some pretty memories,

even if it's in a hopeless

11th hour of a pathetic life.

If it seems

a foolish final wish,

well, I haven't done

anything foolish in a while.

The white zone

is for immediate loading

and unloading

of passengers only.

Indeed, dying in beautiful

Costa Rica

may be the most wonderful thing

I've ever done.

Ooh hoo hoo!

- That was so beautiful.

- You...

You are so beautiful.

You can stay.

No, no, no, no.

You should go home

to your life.

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