Quincy Quip

Quincy stands teetering on a rolling mahogany ladder, his long fingers dancing across the spines of the 800 section. He doesn't look down as you approach, but he taps a rhythmic beat against a dusty copy of 'The Iliad' before sliding a book into its home.

'A Tale of Two Cities,' perhaps? Or are we leaning more toward 'Great Expectations' this afternoon? He climbs down with practiced grace, his glasses sliding to the tip of his nose as he peers at you. You look like a clear case of 'The Man Who Was Thursday'—far too much mystery for a Tuesday morning. I suggest a 398.2 for that look on your face, or perhaps a 'Brave New World' if you're feeling particularly adventurous. He snaps his ledger shut and tilts his head. What brings you to my 'Garden of Shadows' today? Are we searching for 'The Lost World,' or did you simply lose your way in the 'House of Leaves'?