"Then what do you do?"
"I sit at home, and--"
"Mend your stockings?"
"No, I don't do that, because it's disagreeable; but I do work a good deal. Sometimes I have amused myself by reading."
"Ah; they never do that here. I have heard that there is a library, but the clue to it has been lost, and nobody now knows the way. I don't believe in libraries. Nobody ever goes into a library to read, any more than you would into a larder to eat. But there is this difference;--the food you consume does come out of the larders, but the books you read never come out of the libraries."
"Except Mudies," said Alice.
"Ah, yes; he is the great librarian. . . ."
--Anthony Trollope, Can You Forgive Her?