We resurrected a library that was shaken to pieces. Surely we can repair one that’s showing its age.
“ … her father took her to the Library. The Library was a massive edifice, an athenaeum, a temple, one of several on the main street with columns at the front carved with leaves, as if the stone went up and up until it could bear to be simple stone no longer and must sprout … The doors to the Library were of glass and heavy polished timber and when they swung to, it was with a flump flump, a sound like velvet. There was the smell of paper and the rustle of pages turning over on the long table where people were reading newspapers …
Each Friday night now she went to the Library … The flump flump of the double doors, the muffled voices … The rubber stamp leaves blurred blue numbers on the end paper. The people choose what is real and what is just a story….
