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IN THAT STRANGEST of immortal books, Herman Melville's Moby Dick, no passage is stranger than the half-page which precedes the main text, as a paean to all librarians who ever sat behind the counter, or plied the dedicated duster among the books.
Melville sees them all (but especially the "sub-sub-librarians") as taking lifelong pains to please and to serve, but doomed to stay unthanked for ever. They are a downtrodden and dispirited class: "a hopeless, sallow tribe, which no wine of this world will ever warm; and for whom Pale Sherry would be too rosy-strong". Yet they shall be exalted, says Melville, in his ready tone of Biblical assurance: surely they shall be ...