You enter the library.
You thought it might be nice to go into the library. The air
smells musty, like old books. An old librarian is sitting at his desk, writing something
with a quill feather pen. His movements are slow, and the text he is writing
is perfect. He lifts the pen as he finishes the word the is writing.
"Excuse me, sir," you say softly so as to avoid startling the man. No luck of that.
The old librarian lets out a yelp, and shook his pen involuntarily, splattering
black ink all over the page. He looks up, angrily. "What do you want?"
"I was just wondering if you minded me looking through some books," you reply.
"Sure, sure, whatever," he answers, waving his hand at you in a dismissing way.
"Thanks," you manage to mutter. You turn towards the books. Heading towards the back
(so the librarian wouldn't be able to see you), you pick up a big, thick, yellow leather bound
book and open it. The title of the book is:
The Theory of Lightning
A detailed information source
Deciding you'd rather not be enlightened in that scientific
subject today, you put the book back.
You pick up another book. This one is red leather bound, and only half as thick
as the Lightning book. You open it up. It's title is:
The Reproduction of Kangaroos
A graphic documentary with illustrations
Your eyes widen, and you hastily put the book back. You're beginning to think
that this visit to the library is becoming a waste of time; there are other
things you want to see.
So, what to do?
Wander around the market?
Look at some more books?