Here I am, receiving the Fenwick-Failieure Medal for Litter in 2002 (the award goes to the most passive-aggessive librarian who has not published in a major unknown possibly-invisible or non-existent foreign non-Fenwickian serious journal or book in the year in question (in this case, 2002)). (Bob-Bon Billiman was judge that year. We rotate that duty amongst the three of us, I mean the three retired poetic librarians still residing - that is, still breathing - in the Duchy.))