Then, we went down into the tunnels. The library system is still using paper and vacuum tubes to send reader requests, and a coveyer belt system to send the books back up to readers. All the infrastructure for this defines most of the tunnels, the caged-in conveyor belt, the tubes dipping in and out of walls, long, sloping corridors leading under courtyards and the road. Below too is a history in compact shelving, from Gladstone's sturdy designed to German ones to more familiar modern iterations on how to store too many books in not enough space. I really liked exploring the tunnels!
We came back up to light in the new Bodley library, and a room full of collection items that had been pulled for us. The recently-acquired manuscript of Frankenstein, about thirty pages of it, but as complete as copy as survives. Jane Austen's notebook, Volume the First, book-like and formal and full of enthusiasm and neatly-spaced lines. Margot Asquith's diary, and personal photos from her papers, casual family photos of people whose lives were very public. Diaries and letters from Dame Margaret Joan Anstee, UN special representative to Angola, and a letter from Flora Shaw, journalist, from her time in Nigeria. (Indeed, she apparently coined the name 'Nigeria'!) Excerpts from Phoebe Somer's gorgeous drawing books, lovely, beautifully-observed watercolors of everyday life moments in Kenya and Tanzania. Letters from Dorothy Crowfoot Hodgkin, Nobel Prize winner for her work in chemistry.
Wonderful as all these were, what caught me were the medieval works. St. Margaret's Gospels is a lovely, elegantly-illuminated book in a tidy, clear hand which seems likely to have belonged to Queen Margaret of Scotland, based on the miracle which happened to it and which is recorded at the volume's beginning. It was dropped into water, and was rescued, dry and unharmed. There was also a to-scale reproduction of the Goff map, a map I have often seen in reproduction and excerpt, but have never had the luxury of exploring it in such detail. It shows Britain, full of labeled cities, with the roads linking them and mileage. It's a great deal of fun to explore, both for its characterization of particular towns, and for the geometric abstraction of all its rivers. None of the handlers really knew more about it than its name, so I could be useful.
Afterward, we went off for lunch at St. Edmund's Hall, and then