It was four o'clock of a stickily wet Saturday. As long as it is anything from Monday to Friday the average library attendant goes around thanking her stars she isn't a school-teacher; but the last day of the week, when the rest of the world is having its relaxing Saturday off and coming to gloat over you as it acquires its Sunday-reading best seller, if you work in a library you begin just at noon to wish devoutly that you'd taken up scrubbing-by-the-day, or hack-driving, or porch-climbing or- anything on earth that gave you a weekly half-holiday! .Margaret Widdemer
About This Quote
In this quote, Jim is saying that working in a library is hard because the librarians are very strict and they don't even give you a day off on the weekend. Also, they don't let you come to work with a good book because you might break your back reading it.
Source: The Rosegarden Husband
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