Going to the library is like having sex with a prostitute. The prospect of the whole situation is pretty unappealing, the actual event is confusing and noisy, and the feelings afterwards are those of regret and horror. As 10th week draws ever-closer, a lot of students will fall headfirst into the gargantuan trap that is the Mudd Library, unprotected and unaware of the misery and woe that await them. A nightwalker of knowledge, the Mudd demands a student’s time and sanity in return for its twisted and revolting services. And that’s all I have to say about that.