Conference week
When April with its sweet showers has pierced the drought of March to the root, and bathed every vein of earth with that liquid by whose powers the flowers are engendered; when the zephyr, too, with its dulcet breath, has breathed life into the tender new shoots in every copse and on every heath, and the young sun has run half his course in the sign of the Ram, … then, as the poet Geoffrey Chaucer observed many years ago, folk long to go on pilgrimages. Only, these days, professional people call them conferences.
— David Lodge, Small World, chapter 1
I’m off to Baltimore for the ACRL conference, with a side trip down to Charlottesville to see old friends at UVa. I’ll be back later with summaries of the sessions I went to and any swag I manage to accumulate in the exhibit hall. More next week, when April actually does arrive with shoures soote and all that.
Oh, I do love that quote.
Have fun!