So, I soldiered on to the massive branch of Borders where, on the first floor, I was astonished to be confronted by a sign reading 'Classics' and yard upon yard of empty, yawning shelves.
"Excuse me," I asked at the Information desk, "where are classics now?"
"Gone!" came the reply.
"GONE?" I echoed idiotically.
"Yes," said the assistant gloomily, "we're closing down and the classics were the first to go!"
I imagined them, sadly and huffily, marching down the escalator and out the doors in author alphabetical order: Aesop leading and Zeno bring up the rear!