It's everywhere, dust is. We came from it, to it we return, and in the meantime we fight a constant battle to keep it off of objects we hold dear. Nevertheless, there is one place in all the world where, more than any other, a person expects to find dust: in an archives. People who know nothing about archives--who clearly are blank on the purpose, nature, work and service of archives in the preservation of the permanently valuable documentation of civilization--know there's dust there. There is no more pervasive cliche of our time than that papers consigned to archives moulder into it.