JEANETTE
It was Jeanette. A simple ruffled shirt,
and something quite mussed. We spent three
hours huddled, as it were, over stacks of very
old books staggered with care deep in the library's
inner-sanctum. Only low-lit lights, and those in
green shades. Couldn't touch; just look.
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Great Universities are made for this, I guess.
Or made by this too - the veiled smartness of
a three-hundred year old collection of five-hundred
year old books. The meager face of dust and paper -
little things flaking off. Browned corners and edgings.
Gold gilt which leaves traces on one's fingers.
Couldn't touch (they said); just look.
It was Jeanette. A simple ruffled shirt,
and something quite mussed. We spent three
hours huddled, as it were, over stacks of very
old books staggered with care deep in the library's
inner-sanctum. Only low-lit lights, and those in
green shades. Couldn't touch; just look.
-
Great Universities are made for this, I guess.
Or made by this too - the veiled smartness of
a three-hundred year old collection of five-hundred
year old books. The meager face of dust and paper -
little things flaking off. Browned corners and edgings.
Gold gilt which leaves traces on one's fingers.
Couldn't touch (they said); just look.
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