Chromal told me today that the copy of Quicksilver that I loaned him is missing, and he suspects that a waiter at one of the Bellefonte eateries "claimed" the book when Chromal accidentally left it behind. I'm not too exercised about it - Chromal'll replace it if it's gone for good, and I already got most of my marginal value out of the purchase by reading it, and then loaning it to a friend. I'm just bemused by the idea of a Bellefonte waiter getting excited enough about Neal Stephenson that he would steal a 900-page catkiller like Quicksilver.