Library
And this next room’s definitely the library, because it’s books, books, and yet more books, wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling, and all over the floor as well. Paddy Mac will have a field-day in here.
Take a quick look. Pretty much all 19th century, a few earlier, nothing at all that seems much later – nothing after 1910, as far as I can see.
What have we got here? Cobbett’s Rural Rides – that’s a classic. William Blake poems. Illustrated London News, several years’-worth of bound volumes, from late 1840s to late 1860s, plus a handful beyond – they’ll be worth a fair bit if they’re in good condition.
A bunch of Dickens, though none of the well-known ones. In fact not a single title that I recognise. That’s odd. Oh well. But Paddy would know what they are and whether they’re worth keeping.
Dust everywhere, but no surprise on that if she hasn’t been in here for the past few years. A lot less dust than I’d expect, though. And no mould – that is a surprise, considering how quick a roomfull of books would usually react to any damp at all. Something keeping the damp at bay?
Up on that shelf there, a set of about twenty hardbound volumes, all marked ‘Viner Codex’, numbered in sequence. There’s a gap where volume three is missing, but I think that’s the one that was in the kitchen? Same style as that, anyway.
What’s this pile? – under the handwritten note ‘Nonsense!’, a man’s hand by the look of it? Adam Smith, Wealth of Nations? Thomas Paine, The Rights of Man? Karl Marx, Das Kapital? Why on earth did he think these were nonsense? – they’re all classics…
Wait a minute! My god, that Marx is a first edition! And… it’s signed! By Marx himself! To someone called… Nicholas Rostoff? – if I can decipher his handwriting? No idea who that guy would be, but just the book itself is an incredible find.
What is this place?
Just who were they? – Uncle George, Aunt Kat? Always made themselves out to be small-time folks, nothing more than that – but if they had books like these sitting here, then like heck they were just ‘simple farmers’! Need to work this one ou… –
Stop it! Stop! Get back to the job in hand! I’m right up against the clock here, no time to get distracted! There’ll be time to get back to this when I know I have time to spare – but right now I don’t.
And this next room’s definitely the library, because it’s books, books, and yet more books, wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling, and all over the floor as well. Paddy Mac will have a field-day in here.
Take a quick look. Pretty much all 19th century, a few earlier, nothing at all that seems much later – nothing after 1910, as far as I can see.
What have we got here? Cobbett’s Rural Rides – that’s a classic. William Blake poems. Illustrated London News, several years’-worth of bound volumes, from late 1840s to late 1860s, plus a handful beyond – they’ll be worth a fair bit if they’re in good condition.
A bunch of Dickens, though none of the well-known ones. In fact not a single title that I recognise. That’s odd. Oh well. But Paddy would know what they are and whether they’re worth keeping.
Dust everywhere, but no surprise on that if she hasn’t been in here for the past few years. A lot less dust than I’d expect, though. And no mould – that is a surprise, considering how quick a roomfull of books would usually react to any damp at all. Something keeping the damp at bay?
Up on that shelf there, a set of about twenty hardbound volumes, all marked ‘Viner Codex’, numbered in sequence. There’s a gap where volume three is missing, but I think that’s the one that was in the kitchen? Same style as that, anyway.
What’s this pile? – under the handwritten note ‘Nonsense!’, a man’s hand by the look of it? Adam Smith, Wealth of Nations? Thomas Paine, The Rights of Man? Karl Marx, Das Kapital? Why on earth did he think these were nonsense? – they’re all classics…
Wait a minute! My god, that Marx is a first edition! And… it’s signed! By Marx himself! To someone called… Nicholas Rostoff? – if I can decipher his handwriting? No idea who that guy would be, but just the book itself is an incredible find.
What is this place?
Just who were they? – Uncle George, Aunt Kat? Always made themselves out to be small-time folks, nothing more than that – but if they had books like these sitting here, then like heck they were just ‘simple farmers’! Need to work this one ou… –
Stop it! Stop! Get back to the job in hand! I’m right up against the clock here, no time to get distracted! There’ll be time to get back to this when I know I have time to spare – but right now I don’t.
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