ABSTRACT
The “olive grove of Academe” is rarely the peaceful haven of scholarly pursuit and reasoned debate that the term “ivory tower” somehow implies. The average campus teems with a heady mixture of intrigue and scandal that is worthy of the worst afternoon soap opera. It is not surprising, then, that those who would seem to be the most natural of allies, the professor and the librarian, sometimes come to be locked in mortal combat, brewing up tempests to rattle the lid of the academic teapot.
