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Crap. I was thinking of running hope from the library early-ish, having managed to work out the automated stack requests and realized that I won't get my books until mid-day tomorrow, because the Bodleian fetching system is a... well, I won't say what it is, as I'm writing this on one of their computers. One of their nicer computers. But the heavens have opened and I'm not even sure I can manage to scramble across the street to Blackwell's for a tea break. Grr. And I have nothing new to say about Cicero's use of the Stoic paradoxes.

Hm. Tea it is, though. I don't think I'll melt, and maybe the rain will make it less crowded out.