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.