Fyodor often enjoyed the library. How quiet and dark it became in the dim hours of night; the dusty lamps situated on desks and side tables that lingered on in these hours providing a mysterious air that was oddly comforting. It was especially nice when he decided to take a break from work (due to absolute necessity) and free his mind of such laborious things, at least for a few hours Today he was perusing the Philosophy section, when something caught his eye.