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This week I have chosen to sit at seat 2383 because it is closest to the issue desk and open shelves. Today I saw a weedy man in red kilt talking to a librarian, then he walked towards me and sat two desks away from mine. You rarely see men in kilts walking about in the reading room, and as Samantha in SATC tells us: rumor has it that they wear nothing underneath--I wonder if it is true of that gentleman. Then again is the annoying old geezer who only chats up young Asian women, especially when they are the most unarmed, ordering books in the computer section. As usual, today a poor black-haired girl had to bear with his presence. My tutor reminded me that some studious-looking senior citizens might be distinguished scholars, and the old geezer could be one. I sincerely doubt it, for if I were famous I wouldn't bother talking to random people in the library. On a different note, seat 2383 is a bit noisy--there's a kind librarian who always bothers to explain everything in detail; I would sit further back in the room next week.