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Thursday, 22 October 2009


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The crime novels, the most obvious threat, are in solitary confinement in the outer hall. As far as the main bookshelves are concerned, those poets want watching.

But Mr Cornflower, which books in your library do you fear might leap out and attack?

I'm with Montaigne on this one, I think. It must be rather like walking through the zoo after dark; what was visibly shut in safely during the day is, your reason tells you, very likely not only still shut in but now asleep; but you would have to be very strong-minded, or very unimaginative, not to think of what might be lurking in the shadows along your path.

Quite the night owl myself, I still prefer to visit the library at daytime and I would really hate to be locked inside a library at night. But wait, why should things take charge at night?
As a student, I used to visit libraries at late hours, and it is true that they were usually less crowded and more silent, and then the atmosphere was more focused and suitable for work and concentration.

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