The allure of a gorgeous researcher in a quiet refuge from digital society, why oh why was your first thought to open your laptop!🫣 I've scant locus to comment. I haven't visited a library for 60 yrs. Bewitched as I am by digitised accessibility of those learned volumes.
I really enjoyed this short story. I felt the angst the protagonist felt. I hope after the computer so rudely announced his arrival that the woman looked up at him and smiled.
I love libraries. I even re-arranged the furniture at home because the living room has two doors. Now, one leads exclusively into the "library".
These libraries I love for something you can't get in my library: sotto voce. Hushed voices. Lips barely moving and air hardly disturbing vocal chords. People whispering in tones that barely create a ripple in the air. Out of respect. For you. For YOU. All for you. And there you sit, burning. Burning with curiosity. With all this knowledge, this science, this oozing philosophy stacked high to the ceilings all around you in every fourth compass direction that exists, the one thing that entrances you in the whole place is to know: what the hell they're talking about.
The allure of a gorgeous researcher in a quiet refuge from digital society, why oh why was your first thought to open your laptop!🫣 I've scant locus to comment. I haven't visited a library for 60 yrs. Bewitched as I am by digitised accessibility of those learned volumes.
I really enjoyed this short story. I felt the angst the protagonist felt. I hope after the computer so rudely announced his arrival that the woman looked up at him and smiled.
I love libraries. I even re-arranged the furniture at home because the living room has two doors. Now, one leads exclusively into the "library".
These libraries I love for something you can't get in my library: sotto voce. Hushed voices. Lips barely moving and air hardly disturbing vocal chords. People whispering in tones that barely create a ripple in the air. Out of respect. For you. For YOU. All for you. And there you sit, burning. Burning with curiosity. With all this knowledge, this science, this oozing philosophy stacked high to the ceilings all around you in every fourth compass direction that exists, the one thing that entrances you in the whole place is to know: what the hell they're talking about.