[ Hal could no more stop being awkward than he could stop br--wait. Anyway, his sober persona is exactly this: a person who's so effectively removed himself from the minutiae of daily life it's like trying to speak a new and unfamiliar dialect in a once fluent language. Hits and misses. Mostly misses, such as here, where he manages to audibly recoil in horror at the possible state of the library. What if Dickens has been inadvertently shelved where Dickinson should be?

Anarchy, that's what. ]

Surely I won't find the books so mistreated as to have been placed facedown? Terrible for the spines, you know.

[ On another person this would be a joke. It ...is not. Surely not, what kind of monster would do such a thing? Even Hal is a better man than that, and he's a centuries old mass murderer! ]