A return to the library after years away revealed many changes. Changes not immediately apparent until after the closer inspection of one whose eye had become accustomed to things other than stacks, shelves, and card catalogues.
Gone were the stacks, now locked. High were the shelves, like the residents of old. And gone too were the card catalogues, in their place a mystical computerised system controlled by pale elf like creatures. These creatures were secreted away in dark rooms and not encouraged to mingle with the public.
Much had been spent, and much had been polished and realigned. Instruments of calibration and quantification had been used to make sure that the work had been completed to the satisfactory standard.
But now the work was finished. The Russian Mafia had left taking their eastern promise with them, the failure in the smell-the-weight contest was now a dim memory. All that was left was a brightly lit future.
Glancing up to see why there was so much light revealed a shocking discovery.
What was that?
The long thing visible in the suspended ceiling above the Catalogue Hall, could it be?
The talismanic return, no, no ...
It couldn't be ...
The spirit level.
Arggghhhhhhhh.
Apologies to Nick Revell
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