Hushed; but bustling with hundreds of people. Light and airy, dozens of high-speed internet terminals, browsing galleries of magazines and comics, free rentals for two weeks on CDs, DVDs and books, over half-a-dozen check-out counters.This is the new central library, and it feels totally different from anything I've experienced in the UK.
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Yo, Holmes, what up? What up with you?
What we gonna say, what we gonna do?
Where we gonna go, what we gonna see?
We're going to the library.
I'm moving down the aisle with my homeys in tow.
We're groovin' in the home of the librarian, yo!
She checks us out from behind thick glasses.
We walk right past and we wiggle our asses.
Hemingway, Lawrence, Chekhov and Miller.
Fitzgerald was a freak, Mailer is a killer.
Quiet please! Quiet, please!
The silence is golden, to books I am beholden
I know I'm bad 'cause of the knowledge that I'm holding.
And I give you one warning. There will be no repeats,
Get outta my face when I'm reading my Keats.
Neal
Hit it!
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