I'm home from Washington and happy to be here, but I can't stop thinking about the Library of Congress. I expected to like it, to love it, really, to be awed and astonished and amazed, but I was utterly uprepared for just how beautiful a place it is. That building is an act of love. It's an act of faith. Every inch of it is imbued with reverence for knowledge and wisdom and learning. There's a yearning quality to it, too, as though the people who built it hoped you might feel what they feel, might see what they see, might be moved to serve, protect and defend (hmmm, that sounds familiar) the world of ideas.