It was as if the sound of Mr. Harris’s voice was a needle bursting a silent bubble around us. As if the rest of the library, and all the people in it, came rushing in to fill the vacuum. It seemed painfully loud, the shuffling, the turning of pages, the low whispers. It wasn’t, of course, it was just as quiet as always, but for those few minutes, none of these people, none of their noises, had existed at all.
