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I had the thought that the boys in the library were like higher-status monks in a medieval monastery. And that Burdmoore and René and the ones driving the postholer into the earth, they were the lower-status monks, the ones who do the backbreaking labor, forgo sleep, and endure inclement weather and unpleasant tasks. They dig irrigation canals, or carry stones up a hill, while the educated monks stay inside where it’s cool in summer and warm in winter, recopying Bible passages, a monk who cannot read running their tea tray like Florence ran ours, although I was sure that Florence could read.
