“I want your sweet body against my skin.”
It was clear to William, as it would have been clear to anyone with a technologically inept mother, what had happened: The librarian had sent her e-mail to the wrong address, and the person with that address, one Ben Hallowell, had decided to play a rather hilarious joke by sending a long and filthy e-mail to the librarian.
Well, the joke is hilarious to us. It wasn’t so hilarious to William, who was interrogated for 30 hours by cops who insisted he was a libarian-lovin perv and is now suing the city.
The Times was, of course, too prissy to print any more of the dirty bits from the e-mail. But the Daily News wasn’t:
“We could do it in the library,” one offending e-mail, which did not come from Hallowell’s account, said. “I could spank you with a vintage [copy] of Finigan’s [sic] Wake.”
Well, you can see why the librarian called the police. No one should joke about desecrating Joyce.