How well I remember the library patrons! Elderly gentlefolk ensconced at the walnut tables, their pens scratching busily as they made notes, the green-glass shades of the brass lamps soothing the light that escaped as the Pages, with silent tread, brought a requested book -- so eagerly sought! -- to a patron.

The quiet! Ah, the quiet in which one could think! But the silence seemed to resonate with the thoughts of those availing themselves of the priceless knowledge so carefully collected over, perhaps, centuries by a line of librarians stretching back into the darkness of Time!

Librarians! Those dauntless priests and priestesses of knowledge! They who ultimately save the World from Chaos and total darkness! Unthanked, they continue their ages-old task of preserving Knowledge and, ultimately, bringing it to a new mind which, awakened to the possibilities inherent in it, dances with delight and shouts for joy within itself!