Aug 17, 2018
The library was indeed a noble room, running almost the whole width of the first floor, with five bays to the south and an east window; though the early light had scarcely yet strength enough to show more than shadowy ranges of book-cases, all of a kind, panelling, and countless dim spines behind glass, long tables in the middle, wing-chairs by the fireplace, and some rolled-up sacking bundles, Sophie’s shame. ‘My great-grandfather the judge was a prodigious reader,’ said Jack, ‘and so was his great-grandfather – it skips generations, sometimes, like stamina in horses. You must spend a day or two in here, if it comes on to rain.’
The Yellow Admiral, Patrick O’Brian