This morning I woke up early to take the swine flu express train to 42nd Street, where the folks at the New York Public Library were kind enough to take me on a tour for Gothamist. We got to see some amazing things, and they weren’t behind those pesky glass cases either. Up top there is Charles Dickens’s old cat’s paw that he had attached to a letter opener, for reasons we may never know.
What the Dickens? 05.01.2009