"This is incredible!"
"Uh-huh," said Laura absentmindedly from her place at the table inside the estate.
"I mean, I have truly never seen a library so grand and rich as this one!"
"Sure haven't," again she commented, scrolling away on her phone.
"They have Goethe, Dante, Boccaccio, Caesar, Milton, Hemmingway, Cicero, Dickens, Orwell, Flaubert, de Balzac, Kant, Chaucer, Marlowe, Donne, Jonson-" he counted, making his way over to the table balancing a giant stack of books in his hands, which he set down with a heavy thud.
"I am in Heaven!"
"-they're just books," she said and immediately getting smacked upside the head by a book.
"Byron. Of course it's Byron," she thought to herself as she read the cover of the book that hit her.
"I will not tolerate such narrowmindedness, Laura!" he
