Wait a minute, though. Let me ask you candidly whether that last bit still sounds like me, like a woman who lives in a house without machines and teaches local children about card indexing to vex the authorities? Like a librarian engaged in a revolution of one? The way I think of myself—this me, here and now, this fragment—I generally spend my time telling stories to five-year-olds. I don’t do manifestos, I’m just ornery. I definitely don’t do logic puzzles or talk about escapologists and modes of data occultation.