Hist!

I'm talking to Mary Ferbellow in the lift lobby when she stops in mid sentence, stiffens and grabs my arm.

"Listen!" she hissed.

I listened. Not a thing.

"I can't hear a thing," I said.

"Leadership," stated Mary in hushed tones.

Then she walked away.

This library is being remade in mine own image and I'm not convinced it's an entirely healthy thing.