I remember the days when you would go to the library and it would be silent. Some would even have great big notices hanging from the ceilings saying SILENCE.
No-one spoke, or if they did it was to the librarian and in hushed, if not embarrassed, tones.
I was a school librarian, and the corridor outside as well as the library itself were deemed to be entered in silence.
I spent a lot of my time in the library, mainly because I had few friends at grammar school, and preferred to be arranging the books in an interesting display on my section which was actually the one you always saw through the glass partition.
It was quiet and peaceful, I could work at my own pace without interference, ridicule or scorn.
In libraries, there is now the constant hum of PC monitors and whirr of printers. People speak on their mobiles, all be it quietly, but it’s no the silent place I remember from all those years ago.
Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge