Ah, I could so picture the library scene, and especially visualize the quasi-deserted upstairs stacks areas. I lived near a University library like that when I was in high school, and the stacks went up five or six stories of dimly lit metal shelving and stairs. I sometimes found myself skulking up to a remote corner of the stacks where they kept the books on homosexuality. Nobody went there, and nobody wanted to be seen going there, in the mid-1960s.
Anyway, a fun new twist in this story.
R