More grand than anything I have ever seen, though to be fair, I haven’t seen much in my time. I was even too embarrassed to admit to Mr. Connelly that I had never been to Oxford, a mere 60 miles from London. I wish to be more world traveled; I wish to see America especially: the land of Hollywood and glamour. I would take my pigtails down and hobnob with all the actresses and cowboys. In America, I could be anybody; I just know it, and someday I will find my way there. Then again, their architecture would not be so fine as this, here at Bodley. The proprietor is a chubby man with outdated mutton chops on his face (he makes me think of someone straight out of A Christmas Carol) and a habit of turning every conversation into a history lesson, even our introductions. I confess to feigning interest while my thoughts run away with myself. I am picturing a young girl, a young, frail blonde girl, amongst the books. She would be daring and light on her feet and very quick.
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