August 4, 2007
Truly, the libraryís hush does not result from the shushing of librarians, but is independent of the those guardians. Itís the quiet of the books themselves. Not an absence, not the vacuum of death or loss, but the anticipatory, momentary silence of a held breath. It is the same sense of presence that the faithful find in a cathedral, a hiker discovers on a wooded hillside, or that surprises a new lover in a glance. Stillness ripe with promise. Readers wander the stacks, listening, knowing that each book will offer up its internal voice with a contented sigh when chosen.