My friend studying at Yale treated me to a quick trip to the library where we saw this small exhibit, a stone tablet with its envelope dated from roughly the time of Prophet Ibrahim peace upon him.
And then this artifact from closer to our own times, the ancient card catalogue. Yale University officials couldn’t bear to part with it and keep it around in the library as a piece of curious carpentry in this digital age that has made it obsolete. This was once one of my favorite things in all the world. I can still remember the smells and the textures and the excitement of finding the titles, authors, or subjects of longed-for books, and then the anticipation of either searching them out myself or waiting for library staff to bring them down from the stacks.