Thank you for posting that @kas
'.......with what appears to be a symmetrical arrangement of phalanges around a central dominant metacarpal........'
And what a band o' crusty lookin' sea dogs!!!!..........)
And what a special thing it is to sail.............)
Sunset, low cloud with showers
@Teq if you are ever in Oxford, there is the most amazing book shop: At street level it is average Oxford quaint with nice windows, and disappearing back a long way from the street, as all good bookshops should. But the true magic begins when you go downstairs...which is bigger...and downstairs from that is bigger still......and downstairs from that.....
All it needed was an orangutan working the shelves and it would be Pratchett's L-space:
L-space, short for library-space, is the ultimate portrayal of Pratchett's concept that the written word has powerful magical properties on the Discworld, and that in large quantities all books warp space and time around them. The principle of L-space revolves around a seemingly logical equation; it is an extension of the 'Knowledge is Power':
Books = Knowledge = Power = (Force x Distance ÷ Time).
Large quantities of magical and mundane books create portals into L-space that can be accessed using innate powers of librarianship that are taught by the Librarians of Time and Space to those deemed worthy across the multiverse. Because libraries with enough books to open a portal are often large and sprawling, those venturing into L-space may not necessarily know that they have arrived. The floor and ceiling of L-space follow the floor and ceiling of the library used to access it; the best example of this is that the central dome of Unseen University's library is "always overhead" . In every direction and as far as the eye can see bookshelves stretch off, meaning the nature of any walls are unknown.
Alternatively, it can be said that L-space manifests in our world in those obscure, hidden bookstores that, logic and the laws of physics insist, cannot possibly be as large on the outside as they appear on the inside. Somehow, after scraping one's shoulders against the improbably small door, one finds one's self turning one unseen corner after another, seemingly going on forever into further and more obscure sections as yet unobserved by human eyes. The town of Hay-on-Wye, known for having more bookshops per square mile than anywhere else in the world, contains many examples of this, and may be a substantial access point to L-space. Essentially, all bookstores are potentially infinite in extent; gateways into literary hyperspace: "[a] good bookshop is just a genteel blackhole that knows how to read."
and so on...................)
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