““Since the library has just opened for the day, there's no one else there and I have the elegant reading room all to myself. It's exactly like in the photo on in the magazine -- roomy and comfortable, with a high ceiling. Every once in a while a gentle breeze blows through the open window, the white curtains rustling softly in the air that has a hint of the sea. And I love the comfortable sofa. An upright piano stands in the corner, and the whole place makes me feel like I'm in some friend's home. As I relax on the sofa and gaze around the room a thought hits me: This is exactly the place I've been looking for forever. A little hideaway in some sinkhole somewhere. I'd always thought of it as a secret, imaginary place, and can barely believe that it actually exists.””
