Joseph Mallord William Turner The Grand Canal Venice

Joseph Mallord William Turner The Grand Canal VeniceJoseph Mallord William Turner PortsmouthJohn Singer Sargent Lady Agnew
cheerful rabbits and happy kittens on the cover.
The library certainly wasn't silent. There was the occasional zip and sizzle of a magical discharge, and an octarine spark would flash from shelf to shelf. Chains clinked, faintly. And, of course, there was the faint rustle of thousands of pages in their leather-bound prisons.
Esk made shut, even though the words seemed to be desperately pushing back. There was a drawing of a creature on the front; it looked suspiciously like one of the things from the cold desert. It certainly didn't look like a happy kitten.
"Hallo! Esk, isn't it? H-how d-did you get h-here?"
It was Simon, standing there with a book under each arm. Esk blushed.
"Granny won't tell me," she said. "I think it's something to do with men and women."sure no one was paying her any attention and pulled at the nearest volume. It sprang open in her hands, and she saw gloomily that there were the same unpleasant types of diagram that she had noticed entirely unfamiliar, and she was glad about that - it would be horrible to know what all those letters, which seemed to be made up of ugly creatures doing complicated things to each other, actually meant. She forced the cover
Simon looked at her blankly. Then he grinned. Esk thought about the question a second time.
"I work here. I sweep up." She waved the staff in explanation.