From pp. 73 – 74 of Lemony Snicket’s new novel Who Could That Be at This Hour?:

I crossed the room looking for the librarian, and soon found him behind a desk, swatting at a couple of moths with a checkered handkerchief.  The moths were fluttering over a small sign at the desk that read DASHIELL QWERTY, SUB-LIBRARIAN.  He was younger than I think of librarians as being, younger than the father of anyone I knew, and he had the hairstyle one gets if one is attacked by a scissors-carrying maniac and lives to tell the tale.  He was wearing a black leather jacket with various metallic items up and down the sleeves, which jangled slightly as he went after the moths.

Who Could That Be at This Hour