Post by The Librarian on Jan 18, 2010 1:20:15 GMT -8
You are walking down the hallway at work or at school, your normal route to your next task... you look up for a moment and a door seems to shimmer and appear where no door has been before. Pausing you consider its intricately carved mahogany panels and polished brass handles. The woven knots in the design seem to move for a split second causing you to step back not sure if you really saw what you think you saw. Summoning up your courage you reach for the handle turning it slowly you open the door.
Stepping inside the heavy door closes behind you with a soft click, you stare in wonder a lounge complete with stone hearth and roaring fire. High-back overstuffed leather chairs sit around a small cart with silver tea service. A bar along the wall brandishes decanters of spirits, and rosewood boxes of cigars and pipe tobacco. The room is wrapped in heavy draperies and hand woven oriental rugs in rich warm colours gently lit with tall candelabras and wall sconces.
Beyond the lounge are floor to ceiling hardwood bookshelves, as you approach them you notice they are set up to form corridors... corridors that form a maze... a maze that seems to go on forever!
As you stand seemingly lost in the towering shelves of books, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn around to find a nondescript man of average height and build, standing before you in a starched white shirt, grey pinstripe vest and pants with black leather dress shoes. The only thing that stands out about him is a brass monocle on a chain about his neck, a pocket watch chain across his midriff, and his short cropped silver white hair. With a soft Londoner accent he asks you if you've lost your way, and if you'd like to take afternoon tea in the lounge as he directs you to your left.
You ask him what this is and receive the reply, just a library...
Stepping inside the heavy door closes behind you with a soft click, you stare in wonder a lounge complete with stone hearth and roaring fire. High-back overstuffed leather chairs sit around a small cart with silver tea service. A bar along the wall brandishes decanters of spirits, and rosewood boxes of cigars and pipe tobacco. The room is wrapped in heavy draperies and hand woven oriental rugs in rich warm colours gently lit with tall candelabras and wall sconces.
Beyond the lounge are floor to ceiling hardwood bookshelves, as you approach them you notice they are set up to form corridors... corridors that form a maze... a maze that seems to go on forever!
As you stand seemingly lost in the towering shelves of books, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn around to find a nondescript man of average height and build, standing before you in a starched white shirt, grey pinstripe vest and pants with black leather dress shoes. The only thing that stands out about him is a brass monocle on a chain about his neck, a pocket watch chain across his midriff, and his short cropped silver white hair. With a soft Londoner accent he asks you if you've lost your way, and if you'd like to take afternoon tea in the lounge as he directs you to your left.
You ask him what this is and receive the reply, just a library...