Perhaps airport security can smell when you’re in a hurry, but they decided to delay me on my trip back from Philly. I’d spent too much time borrowing books from my family, and needed to get to my plane. The X-ray turned up something suspicious (Palm Pilot) and they asked to search my bag. I’m innocent, so it’s faster to say yes. He unzips the bag, and the first thing he sees is my sister’s dog-eared copy of George Orwell’s 1984. Good times.