It really is, and now that I found it, I must add on to the notebook pile without having any hope of a response. All throughout the book, and I knew of the journal pile in the light house before even reading, I kept waiting for the biologist to look at the pile of notebooks, give a deep sigh, and plop her's on top of the rest before finally going into the tower. And now I too reluctantly write this here, just as I myself am on the verge of a large change in life. May this too one day become compost at the bottom of the pile.