Taxonomy

I know what taxonomy is—classifying things, things put in groups, books have numbers and so on. Like starlings, pigeons, cuckoos, turkeys, larks, hawks, parrots—they’re all birds. The tiger, the lion, leopard, ocelot, jaguar, and Tristram’s Izzy are all cats. But you could put Izzy with the pigeons and it wouldn’t matter? Seems a bit mental to me!

Or if I go into Central Library and I’m looking for Jane Eyre or Bleak House, I’m expecting to find it under Fiction. Joseph comes in, he’s after one of his computer books, he goes to the Computing Section. But the librarian or anybody can just come and shift things around and that’s like respecting you, it’s intelligent?