The Telling Of Stories Creates

If The Library In The Morning Suggests An Echo Of The Severe And Reasonable Wishful Order Of The World, The Library At Night Seems To Rejoice In The World's Essential, Joyful Muddle.

It Hardly Matters Why A Library Is Destroyed: Every Banning, Curtailment, Shredding, Plunder Or Loot Gives Rise (at Least As A Ghostly Presence) To A Louder, Clearer, More Durable Library Of The Banned, Looted, Plundered, Shredded Or Curtailed.

Existing Libraries, In Their Very Being, Seem To Question The Authority Of Those In Power.

Readers Are Bullied In Schoolyards And In Locker-rooms As Much As In Government Offices And Prisons.

Evil Requires No Reason.