Macaco's smile widened.
"Oh, this one is rather enjoyable."
He clasped his hands behind his back and began strolling leisurely between the towering bookshelves, his polished shoes producing soft echoes across the marble floor.
"The Library of the Twelfth contains every answer that has ever existed, every answer that presently exists and every answer that will ever exist."
He stopped beside a nearby shelf before casually pulling out a thick leather-bound volume.
"The difficulty..."
He looked at the book for a brief moment before sliding it back into place.
"...is discovering which answer belongs to you."
Several puzzled expressions appeared around me. Macaco continued as though lecturing an old classroom.
"Every person carries countless questions throughout their life."
He looked toward Kaelra.
"Some wish for power."
His gaze shifted toward Sue.
"Others seek understanding."
Then toward Gerald.
"Some simply wish to satisfy their curiosity."
