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…the feeling of the Guildhall, and of the tombs, and even of some of the manuscripts I look at, turned out to be a gregarious physicality. Eyebrows raised, lips pursed, they’re quite as curious about you as you are about them. The feeling you get is not quite time travel, but time evaporating. Not future shock, but past shock.