Library Saga Part II

I see I must be the one in the wrong then, when something nasty in a similar nature happened at another library.
Will I write about it? Write about the things that touched you, write about the things that made you feel small when they had no right to do so, write about the crushing of an illusion (for it must all be thus - just an illusion), the smashing of good will. How could a person be so ready to smite you down, trample you like you had done a great misdeed, like you were bound for some reform centre? Torn in shreds, the dignity, made to taste dust and cold, cold human nature. Like an errant kid being reprimanded by a righteous parent, there would be no reprieve. My karma?