The Library Can Feel Like a Dungeon

So last Saturday I was doing research and the book I needed was in Special Collections. If you've never been to Special Collections, let me tell you--it's pretty different. You fill out all of this paperwork and they lock, yes lock, you in a room with only a few scraps of paper and a pencil. I stayed there for two hours going over this book called The Dungeon of the Heart: Human Isolation and the American Novel. So there I was, by myself (everyone else was at Saturday's basketball game), locked in a room, reading a depressing book on isolationism in the bowels of the library.

Ironic, isn't it?

And the book was from the 1960's, not that old at all. I don't know why it was even in Special Collections.