Of course, no one has moved any of these books, Gauss or Galileo or Newton, in simply ages. I read or re-read them, I confess, for much the same reasons as Terence reads his dime-novels, to recapture the thrill of first discovery.
Not that I cannot read the multiplicitous vernaculars since—well, I had a little Italian, and Galileo’s Dialogo was entertaining and well worth the effort.
“Do you think that she likes me?” Terence asks.
I size up the effort required. That snack was not substantial enough to support the outlay of an argument.
“Time will tell,” I say, and turn to my volume.
Terence grumbles a bit, declares this part of the library stacks crashingly dull, and drifts downstairs to the popular-culture archives.
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Excerpt from my work-in-progress in response to the Vampire Variations challenge. Weekend Writing Warriors offers eight-sentence excerpts from a variety of writers; see the other excerpts here.
E. P. Beaumont 
There I was expecting to be in Egypt and nope it’ vampire land that threw me. Between everything I’m doing thought it easiest to reply to this now. Not sure if these characters are vamps human or other but I will say that my immortals and others I have know do read a great deal
The link on WWW took me to last week’s entry. This looks interesting. How old is the narrator?
Elsewhere in the story the narrator reports that the night was her native country long before completion of the cathedral Notre-Dame-de-Paris (1345) so she is on the order of 700-800 years old.