Yesterday, while working on my novel, I had the need to know which lands of the Duke of Buckingham's were granted to who after his execution. Of course, I knew where this information could be found--British Harleian Manuscript 433. Sadly, I said to myself, "Well, since my copy of Harley 433 hasn't arrived yet, I guess I'll have to drive to the library this weekend, even if it means wasting gas and helping ruin the planet through global warming."
But the day is saved, because twenty minutes ago, I opened my front door, and what did I find, but all four volumes of Harley 433 stacked prettily on my doorstep! Having checked them to make sure that all four volumes are there (just as a proud parent counts an infant's fingers and toes), I can now say at last, "Thank you, Richard III Society, for sending me my Harley 433."
My daughter's comments: "It smells like a library in here."
Some people just have no appreciation of the finer things in life.