Alexander Miron was a quiet, studious, serious boy who lived mostly in his own head. He had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, and his ceaseless questions about anything and everything under the sun nearly drove his parents to distraction before he was able to start school. As soon as he could read, the library became a regular haunt for him, and he tended to spend much of his time either studying anything that caught his fancy or devouring fiction books by the stack. A particular interest of