Moldy Oldies

I was looking something up in my boss' very old french-english dictionary today and I caught a big whiff that sent me right back to university. The dictionary had that musty old-book smell that you can't help but inhale every time you turn a page. It reminded me of the hours and hours I spent in the stacks at the library, flipping through old old books that smelled the same. Four years of moldy grossness. I don't miss it. Long live the Internet and its mold-free wonderfulness.