The most special room in the house,

Is the one with all the shelves,

Row after seemingly endless row,

That are filled with books,

Of all kinds, shapes, and sizes.

In these rows,

Contains all the truth hidden in the lie you could ever want,

And all the philosophical writings that your mind can take;

And that is what makes this room special:

That it contains books,

That the books themselves are not magic,

But the words therein are the magic,

And that there is an endless selection of those words.

- Michael Hall