The Library, indeed the worlds of thought, conscience and letters have lost a good friend. Long a user of this Library, Margot Adler wrote some of her first book, Drawing Down the Moon: Witches, Druids, Goddess-worshippers, and Other Pagans in American Today, in the Allen Room. In the preface she writes of it as "...a special room for writers with a very special atmosphere. The writers there gave warmth, support, and a companionship that is truly rare." "Warmth, support and companionship" also describe her.

I met her only a few years ago when she came back to use the study rooms. Later she generously presented her current work in a public lecture. About 2 minutes before the lecture was to begin, she whirled in, in blue jeans (she had been at Staten Island reporting on post-Sandy affairs) and without a note in her hand or a single illustration, wowed us all with a comparison of vampires and modern ecology, or rather, eco-apocalypse.

She was immediately 'present', always interested and interesting, compassionate. She was a Mensch.