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25 Of the Most Magnificent Libraries Around the World - Right from the Pages of a Fairytale
There is an essence of timelessness when it comes to libraries and books. Even with the modern marvels of human technology, e-books, audio books, libraries have still preserved the atmosphere of exercising and feeding the human mind with rich text and pages of storytelling. These great feats of architecture we have featured below are the integration of great design and the age old love of ancient yellow pages that have the history of the world etched in them.
The priceless treasure trove of great minds, dreamers and scholars are documented in these buildings which have been designed and built with great care in order to make them stand forever as a monument over these articles of importance like no other.
The libraries below have become an enduring tribute to impeccable design; the best décor and space construction, and art are ingrained into the floors and ceilings and wood panelling. Some of these studies have been built to attract not only readers eager to ponder over pages of food for thought, but to keep the spirit of young minds eager to see the enchanting presence of a library no digital book can recreate.
When that unique smell of worn out books, dust mingled with sunny afternoons wafts through the stone cracks of these majestic structures, people once again are transported back to the classic charm of an intimate moment spent with a satisfying story in the solitude of a hall crammed with books to the ceiling.
The National Library Of Prague, Prague, Czech Republic
Biblioteca Real Gabinete Portugues De Leitura, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
The Admont Library, Admont, Austria
George Peabody Library, Baltimore, Maryland, Usa
St. Florian Monastery, Austria
Bibliothèque Nationale De France, Paris, France
Handelingenkamer Tweede Kamer Der Staten-generaal Den Haag Iii, Netherlands
Austrian National Library, Vienna, Austria
Biblioteca Joanina, Coimbra, Portuga
The City Libary, Stuttgart, Germany
The Iowa State Law Library, Iowa, USA
The Oberlausitzische Library Of Science, Gorlitz, Germany
Beinecke Rare Book & Manuscript Library, Yale University, Connecticut, USA
The Old Public Library Of Cincinnati, Ohio, USA
Bibliothèque Sainte Geneviève, Paris, France
New York Public Library
Walker Library, Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
Vennesla Library, Vennesla, Norway
Bibliothèque Mazarine, Paris, France
St John’s College Library, Cambridge, UK
The Library Of Congress, Washington, D.C., USA
Technical University “gheorghe Asachi” Library, Iasi, Romania
The Great Library Of The Reformed Church College Of Sarospatak - Sarospatak, Hungary
The National Library Of China, Beijing, China
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“Do you ever cringe loudly when dad says youre going to Wisconsin and you know something he doesnt and you just cringe the entire trip. Because I do. Every. Time.”
“No. And I am aware you are using it as a rhetorical device to complain about Wisconsin and whatever is going on there. Incredibly passive-aggressive on your part, but fitting for the region.
“However, you’re not going to stop such cringing unless you explain to him whatever is going on.”
Roaming the Wastes || closed
“…It could be very useful as a bargaining chip, if it is so valuable, pun completely intended.” He knelt down and pulled out a xander root, then putting it in a pouch from his bag. Bitter, yes, but useful. If not for medicine, it did work for a food source. “If it’s that much money just for delivery, depending on what’s on it, you could argue for a lot more. Or perhaps use it yourself.”
He was more just curious to see what was on it. He’d seen a lot, but this was getting far more interesting than what he’d initially anticipated. “But that’s just me speculating. Could have gone senile in my old age.”
“Hm… true,” she muttered. “Gotta get it first, though… The lookout in Novac said he saw them heading towards Boulder City. Hopefully I’ll get some answers there.”
Her eyes squinted as the sun began rising further into the sky. Why she never bothered getting sunglasses in Novac was a dumb move on her part. She was used to it though, living in a desert area her entire life. Still…
She stopped in her tracks when she heard something approaching. She crouched down, and pressed her ear to the sand.
“…We’ve got four, no, five humans heading this way,” she said, eyes narrowed into slits.”…Judging by the way they’re clanking, I’d say they’re wearing metal armor– not powerarmor.”
“I see...” He turned to look where she did, keeping his voice low.
“Probably gang members of some kind, from the look of it. Their outfits aren’t the republic or the sort of outfits traders wear. And usually traders have a pack brahmin....” He started edging away carefully. “It’s possible they haven’t noticed us yet. We could try to sneak away.”
A book with ectoplasmic binding that glowed faintly, the title being The Fright Before Christmas 2, laid out on the counter. The note next to it read, "Perhaps I owe an explanation for some trouble I ended up causing several years ago. Your son destroyed the original edition out of anger, so I trapped him to make a new story to teach him a lesson... -GW. P.S. For goodness sake, don't destroy this book."
Maddie read the note aloud as Jack studied the book, turning it over in his hands before flipping it open.
“How on Earth did this get into the house?” Maddie questioned, re-reading the note once more. “And what’s it supposed to mean?”“… Mads,” Jack started, setting a hand on Maddie’s shoulder though his eyes didn’t leave the pages. “You might wanna read this.”
A note was settled on the first page, more hastily scribbled than the first and clearly an afterthought. It read, “P.S.S. I should clarify something before you worry, considering how many other ghosts who come to this town are irritatingly malicious. He’s not trapped in the book. He was freed from the spell I placed that night, when the conditions I set were met.
“I would just hate for you to destroy a book, especially destroying one of my own. Apologies for being a damper on your holiday that year, but I can get rather... tetchy when my books are destroyed. Especially when they’re the only copy, I’d literally just finished it, it was actually rather good, and the person was happy at the destruction. -GW”
the Vortex at the centre generated by surrounding fans causes this light fabric to dance.
work by Daniel Wurtzel
this is what happens when ghosts get into modern dance
Followers of the apocalypse: Here’s the way of how to build solar panels, safe agricultural methods, harnessing wind power, ethanol, how to fix small machines, purify water, how to deal with radiation, and most of all how to effectively survive and thrive as a mutual aid anarchistic community.
Brotherhood of Steel: HEY hand over that laser rifle ASShole.
Followers doctor: teaches you how to treat minor wounds, cpr, anatomy, sex ed, etc
BOS Paladin: Is ideologically obligated to steal a kid’s gameboy.
Roaming the Wastes || closed
“…Delivery? You’re a courier?” He wasn’t too surprised, now that he thought of it. Couriers had to be able to tough it out in the wasteland post-War to bring packages elsewhere. It didn’t require a lot of reading or skills aside from surviving with the mail and packages intact.
“The phrase ‘don’t shoot the messenger’ comes to mind.” He grinned slightly for a moment, then turned more serious. “But it’s odd that he’d steal a poker chip. It’s also incredibly odd that your delivery is one poker chip, as opposed to nearly anything else. It’d have to be made of an incredibly rare substance or it’d have to conceal some sort of technology in it, for people to go to such lengths for it. That was a common thing in fiction back before the war, a poker chip with some sort of microchip in it. Usually, in those stories, the information in it is incredibly valuable and thus worth nearly any price.”
“..Yeah, I know. The delivery had suspicious written all over it. But the money wasn’t something I could say ‘no’ to, so I took it anyway,” she said.
She quirked a brow at him, her eyes squinting as he prattled on about what the chip could probably be. “I don’t really give a shit about what that poker chip is,” she said. “I’m only interested in avenging myself.”
“...It could be very useful as a bargaining chip, if it is so valuable, pun completely intended.” He knelt down and pulled out a xander root, then putting it in a pouch from his bag. Bitter, yes, but useful. If not for medicine, it did work for a food source. “If it’s that much money just for delivery, depending on what’s on it, you could argue for a lot more. Or perhaps use it yourself.”
He was more just curious to see what was on it. He’d seen a lot, but this was getting far more interesting than what he’d initially anticipated. “But that’s just me speculating. Could have gone senile in my old age.”
“Writer… why are all these porn blogs following you?”
The Ghost Writer just laid there on the floor, clearly frustrated with the nature of the internet. Namely the very large section whom were perpetually horny.
“I don’t know. On there, I just write about writing and, now that things have gone south, the fact that I’m a ghost and displeased with certain brands of idiocy. I don’t give out free porn, for goodness sake.”
Why is it that pornography blogs keep following mine? And they’re not even anything I’d be interested in, those blogs either involving women or, oddly, Pokemon.
aww ye lemme see them skitty titties
After you posted this response, cute-girls-hentai started following me.
I’m surrounded in porn I’ve no interest in and I don’t give out free samples of pornographic writing. I want to get paid, for goodness sake, and it causes legal problems otherwise to give out writing before it’s published.
Roaming the Wastes || closed
“Like I said, it was about fifty years ago. I know a few people from before then, mostly ghouls, and my brother’s still around. However, it’s the same problem all ghouls have anyway, even without callous murders . We tend to outlive all of the humans we know, assuming luck is on our side or we’re tough enough to avoid getting killed.”
Lawrence, to be blunt, had seen some shit. And he was pretty sure he was alive due to luck.
He shielded his eyes from the sun and said, “There’s a few smaller scorpions, from what I can tell, but we could go around them. But I must ask something that is bothering me. You wish to hunt the man who shot you, correct? Why on earth did he shoot you in the first place?”
“Well…” Cotton paused on this. She didn’t exactly remember how she got into the situation, where she was, what she was doing, or how they caught her, but she did remember waking up with her hands and feet bound. All she remembered was her task: that she was supposed to have delivered a package to the Strip.
She remembered the man in the checkered suit holding up a platinum chip, apparently what had been in the package, and pointing the gun at her. She remembered crying, pleading for her life. She remembered being incredibly scared. “I’ll do anything for you, just don’t kill me!”
“Sorry kid, gotta tie up any loose ends,” he said. “To you it must look like you ran into some 18 karat gold luck. Truth is… game was rigged from the start.”
She shuddered as she remembered the sound of the gun going off. “…He stole a delivery from me,” she said. “Some sort of… poker chip.”
“...Delivery? You’re a courier?” He wasn’t too surprised, now that he thought of it. Couriers had to be able to tough it out in the wasteland post-War to bring packages elsewhere. It didn’t require a lot of reading or skills aside from surviving with the mail and packages intact.
“The phrase ‘don’t shoot the messenger’ comes to mind.” He grinned slightly for a moment, then turned more serious. “But it’s odd that he’d steal a poker chip. It’s also incredibly odd that your delivery is one poker chip, as opposed to nearly anything else. It’d have to be made of an incredibly rare substance or it’d have to conceal some sort of technology in it, for people to go to such lengths for it. That was a common thing in fiction back before the war, a poker chip with some sort of microchip in it. Usually, in those stories, the information in it is incredibly valuable and thus worth nearly any price.”
Why is it that pornography blogs keep following mine? And they’re not even anything I’d be interested in, those blogs either involving women or, oddly, Pokemon.
The downside of ethical omniscience is not being able to warn everyone all the time when something Bad is headed down the line to them.
Is this a general observation across scenarios or is this referring to a specific situation you’ve recently observed?
Roaming the Wastes || closed
“I’m completely serious. There were intelligent Deathclaws, able to speak and able to comprehend morality. Hard to believe, I know.” He got up and started following after her.
“I’d… stayed with them for a bit, because they didn’t mind having ghouls or humans around under their protection. It was actually rather comfortable. We were in an abandoned vault that was well-kept. Nearly nobody wanted to try to attack the group with half of whom were the toughest predators of the post-War world. Left to meet my brother for a visit and came back to them dead.”
He shook his head and looked away. “…I am not sure why they were killed and I didn’t stick around to find out. Whoever it was managed to literally rip apart adult Deathclaws, ones that could think and plan. Whoever or whatever did that would make shorter work yet of an old ghoul with sore joints.”
“Damn,” She still didn’t believe him, but she’d at least humor him and sound convincing enough to try and make him think she believed him. While she didn’t believe the talking Deathclaw bit, she did believe him when he said that his home had been destroyed. She knew that feeling all too well, except she was actually there for it.
“That’s… I’m sorry about your home,” she stated. “Losing all your friends and people you know really sucks.” Cotton scratched the side of her head, unsure of what else to say.
“Like I said, it was about fifty years ago. I know a few people from before then, mostly ghouls, and my brother’s still around. However, it’s the same problem all ghouls have anyway, even without callous murders . We tend to outlive all of the humans we know, assuming luck is on our side or we’re tough enough to avoid getting killed.”
Lawrence, to be blunt, had seen some shit. And he was pretty sure he was alive due to luck.
He shielded his eyes from the sun and said, “There’s a few smaller scorpions, from what I can tell, but we could go around them. But I must ask something that is bothering me. You wish to hunt the man who shot you, correct? Why on earth did he shoot you in the first place?”
