The dozens of bookcases were testament to that. Some were oblong and standard, some had shelves that curved around in circular arcs and disappeared into the soft light, which seemed to constantly swirl in the heights of the lofty chamber, and others still could be pulled out from the walls or up from the crimson-carpeted floor. There was a large, handsome fireplace at one end of the room, flanked by cosy reading chairs, and an ornate oak table in the centre of the space, that was placed just right to catch the rays of sunlight where they poured in through vast circular windows with pine crossbeams.