I got shunted into the conference luncheon overflow room because my session was just before lunch and of course I ended up chatting forever with the librarians like you do. Plus we got into the maintenance elevator and it stopped at almost every floor on the way down. It was like a four year old got in and pushed all the buttons. I was one of four seated at a table set for eleven, which left seven uneaten pieces of cake, half lemon and half chocolate. I was riven by conflict, a desiring machine for surplus desserts, but still sick with the memory of last night’s milk-braised lamb plus a pair of mini whoopie pies. I held to just the one slice of cake, staring at a giant powerpoint slide, drinking coffee.