dr. james billington, a great man and great librarian of congress. thank you.pplause] i will start at the beginning. as a child, and loved to read. in the midst 50s, like in the outer boroughs of new york city, in my case the bronx, was comfortable but provincial comments and my curiosity extended far beyond the bounds of my home and school. i wanted to know more about people in other places, what was happening in the world now, what had happened in the past, and quite simply how i came to be. books were my passport and i consumed them voraciously but i came to writing later than most, in my late 30s after having raised my three children. my generation, those of us born during and after world war ii, numbered in the millions and we were asking questions that demanded to be answered. we had come of age in the heat of the escalating war in vietnam and we didn't know why our brothers were fighting so far away for a cause that was so difficult to understand and the role of women in society was changing rapidly. my friends, educated with traditional values but a dee