"Should she ever make it to Darrow, I'll keep that warning in mind," Darlington says dryly, already able to picture this Juno Zeta with an accuracy he's not sure is wholly misplaced. Working at the Peabody and spending countless idle hours in Beinecke--before and after he'd started at Yale--had given him at least a bit of grounding in the tensions between archaeological collections and those more paper-based but no less physical. "Although in terms of storage space, I should tell you about the library at Il Bastone. Lethe's headquarters."
He takes another drink from his mug, the neglected tea inside now a little closer to lukewarm. That was the price one paid for getting wrapped up in conversation. "It's a sizable house, built in 1882 and acquired by Lethe six years later after the owner abandoned it, but it's a city house. Constrained by the size of the lot. It doesn't sprawl like...well, like Black Elm." He makes a small nod of acknowledgement, a gesture towards their plans for the day. "You'll see. Anyway. Lethe's collection of books kept growing, and before long there wasn't enough space in the house to hold it all."
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He takes another drink from his mug, the neglected tea inside now a little closer to lukewarm. That was the price one paid for getting wrapped up in conversation. "It's a sizable house, built in 1882 and acquired by Lethe six years later after the owner abandoned it, but it's a city house. Constrained by the size of the lot. It doesn't sprawl like...well, like Black Elm." He makes a small nod of acknowledgement, a gesture towards their plans for the day. "You'll see. Anyway. Lethe's collection of books kept growing, and before long there wasn't enough space in the house to hold it all."