Check out the italicised text at the bottom of this call for reminiscences about the Macquarie University library. My memories of the library are mostly about how we were allowed to smoke in the reading room on the top floor, which lead to it being a popular location for both last-minute essay writing bouts and desperate attempts to impress girls with mordant wit.
It was there that I wrote an essay about phenomenology which got a surprisingly high mark. It is a subject about which I can now recall nothing. Who knows but that there may yet linger a few shreds of Bank tobacco between the pages of one of the library’s copies of Merleau-Ponty.