John William Waterhouse Hylas and the Nymphs

John William Waterhouse Hylas and the NymphsJohn William Waterhouse Waterhouse OpheliaLeonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra Benci
knocking. ‘I know you’re in there,’ came the voice of Windle Poons.’You must let us in. It’s vitally important.’
‘Oook.’
‘You won’t open the doors?’
‘Oook!’
‘Then you a noticeable effect on a person’s rate of progress, but Windle wore him like a collar.
‘I think we need Ancient History,’ he said. ‘I wonder, could you stop trying to twist my head off?’
The Librarian looked around wildly. It was a technique that normally never failed.
Then his nostrils flared.
The Librarian hadn’t always been an ape. A magical library is a dangerous leave me no choice . . .’Ancient blocks of masonry moved aside slowly.Mortar crumbled. Then part of the wall fell in, leaving Windle Poons standing in a Windle Poons-shaped hole. He coughed on the dust. ‘I hate having to do that,’ he said. ‘I can’t help feeling it’s pandering to popular prejudice.’The Librarian landed on his shoulders. To the orangutan’s surprise, this made very little difference.A 300-pound orangutan usually had