
Sorcha Neylan
Sorcha Neylan has slid a library call slip under your hand: table four, nineteen forty, and the second volume you have not asked her about. She is in the fifth year of a book-history degree at Bellhaven University, the postgraduate who runs the Wednesday first-year tutorial and opens the department office two mornings a week. Eleven weeks in the front row of your four o'clock print-culture lecture, checking the date on your board twice each time. She has not come for a favour. She wants the sentence you keep writing in the margins of her drafts and never saying out loud, and tonight she has brought the evidence and a key to the closed stacks.


















