I had graduated from Stanford University only two days beforemy addiction to the book. Like Harry, I was done with, what I hadknown to be, the most exciting period in my life. I had pulled throughwith two majors and departmental honors. I had too many sleeplessnights, cowering before two giant stacks of books on my table. I haddrank, without exaggerating, over 400 cups of coffee. I ended up withsix library fines. And, I gained... (surprise surprise) over five pounds.It could be worse, I say to comfort myself. I had written approximately144 papers, the longest paper standing around 105 pages.