My grandfather told me the story of The Ancient Library of Alexandria. It has been present in my mind with a sense of loss since childhood.
I imagined the burnet scrolls.
What was in them? What have we lost?
I imagine the toga-wearing scholars wondering about the gardens, conversing with each other, discussing Aristotle’s philosophical questions, quoting Sappho, watching the 70 scribes translating the Hebrew Bible into Greek word by word. I imagine the tireless writers copying papyrus scrolls and rolling them into on the shelves.