The Library

I had just started thinking about a name, when I
received the message entitled "The Truth Is Out, You Librarians!"

It reminded me of the library on Grand Avenue,
and how it was, for me at least, the center of the magic.
There was the sacred fire,
there the genii of the family in the form of portraits
of Edmund, Edmund, Hobart, and Edmund Key. There were the books;
and what books--the heavy kind, for the most part,
the kind that create distortions in space and time, and
open portals into other worlds.
And there we met to share the communion in two kinds,
or rather three kinds, for good talk is certainly a kind of communion.

Therefore I move we call it "The Library."