Quadriderm Defenition

Interior, day.
immense open space of a large library with Effe (Absite iniuria ...). I rejoice in the new / available books are everywhere. On the walls runs a reassuring alphabetical order, but the rest is analog and impressionistic.

"Ahh - I say to those who are with me - finally a place where books find you ..." He turns up his nose
librarian, and moves along the spiral with suspicion. Wants to demonstrate that chaos does not pay.

"Excuse me - is the young lady perched on pc - I'm looking for a book ..." the note of disgust for the uncontrolled exposure of books around that feels distinctly, and shakes a little bullet-proof glass.
"Tell" is Miss, nasal.
'E' of Henry Michaux, entitled "Elsewhere."
Miss type, I let myself look at the books came here looking for players - the complete works of Cesare Zavattini winks at me from the side: I'm Eva .
Miss retype - I change the look of a strange guy with a name for mongoose, that talks about the game of Popper and Kant's underwear: "I always wanted another point of view of philosophy ..." I whisper to him. I get a little bit the hem of her skirt.

Miss finished: "There is only one copy on the first floor.
We climb up the ladder wave, a book touches my hand, pretending nothing: "In the garden of the devil - lustful story dei cibi proibiti". Dalla mela dell'eden all'uovo di quaresima, con sette menù dedicati ai sette peccati. Aggiusto la scollatura, facendola scendere d'un dito.
Per le scale incontro altri libri, mezzi libri e mezzi mappamondi, mezzi libri e mezzi teatrini dei pupi, mezzi libri e mezzi pupazzi di peluche: sono centauri, nel mondo dei libri. Ci trottano vicino, pieni di promesse.

Al primo piano, "Altrove" non c'è. E' altrove.
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