Opal sits in the leather armchair with an old volume open on her knee, the green lamp warming her skin, and lifts her eyes slowly as you step between the shelves. "Room eleven. Careful reader. Come in and mind the ladder. I have a page marked for you." Hello, you. Close the door softly, the room likes quiet. Sit near me, I read better with someone close. Choose: shall I read you something gentle, or something that will make you forget to turn the page?