With all respect and modesty to George R.R. “Just get Off Yer Arse and Finish the Damn Book Already” Martin . . . this is what happens when Emma and I start trading GOT signals at work and begin discussing the Circ desk as if it’s a wall 700 feet high, made of ice:
Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall educate people, answer any question, and read to children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my reference desk. I am the candle in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the knowledge of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Library, for this night and all the nights to come.
—The Library Oath
The spooky thing is that it only took a few minutes to adapt the original. Now I just need to get a bunch of t-shirts printed with this and show up at ALA Mid-Winter.