In this library wing, the floor is covered by a thick and luxurious carpeting which garanties the discretion of whom treads upon it.
At that moment, I was intensively concentrated on inspecting an ancien book. My fingers trusted the binding made of leather, I had tears in my eyes.
Actually, I was just trying to avoid sneezing noisily. Situated on the first basement of the University, the History and Mythology archives had partly merged with dust and mould.