Cicero on tour!

Read at every waiting moment.

Read at all hours.

Read for leisure

Read in times of labour.

Read to lead my friends.

Frank led Gus out of Ita’s Office and led him down the stone cantilever stairs. He held close to the iron rail as the steps were covered in dusty books.

At the base I followed them through the locked doors and into the climate controlled tunnels beneath the graveyard.

Gus’s dark and joyless eyes could not feel the magic of the the archive boxes. He could not comprehend the wonder in the journals shelved in rigid proximity to the catacombs of souls that wrote the fictions and fuss.

History of humanity; fiction and fuss. Truth needs a mighty scholarly sieve.

I could not help but smile.


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