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fatigue of having to call a slave every time they wanted a page turned. Each one lay in its own pigeonhole, though. Books shouldn't be kept too close together, otherwise they interact in strange and unforeseeable ways.
Sunbeams lanced through the shadows, as palpable as pillars in the dusty air.
Although it was the least of the wonders in the Library, Brutha couldn't help noticing a strange construction in the aisles. . "I don't put any oil in it."
"A lantern that doesn't shine for a man that doesn't see?"
"Yeah. Works perfectly. And of course it's very philosophical."
"And you live in a barrel."
"Very fashionable, living in a barrel," said Didactylos, walking forward briskly, his fingers only occasionally touching the raised patterns on the plank. "Most of the philosophers do it. It shows contempt and disdain for worldly things. Mind you, Legibus has got a sauna in his. It's amazing the kind of things you can think of in it, he says."
Brutha looked around. Scrolls protruded from their racks like cuckoos piping the hour.
"It's all so . . . I never met a philosopher before I came Wooden laths had been fixed between the rows of stone shelves about two meters from the floor, so that they supported a wider plank of no apparent use whatsoever. Its underside had been decorated with rough wooden shapes."The Library," announced Didactylos.He reached up. His fingers gently brushed the plank over his head.It dawned on Brutha."You're blind aren't you?" he said."That's right.""But you carry a lantern?""It's all right," said Didactylos