It might not sound as if this week's teaser has much to do with the DDC. But if you know the answer ... well, you'll see the connection. So here goes: From which murder mystery is this extract taken? Tell the world. Don't be shy.
They parted and George turned to the left and followed the hall around to the door opening into the eastern wing: Division of History and Literature. He entered and looked around the room for the first time. It was a large, high-vaulted reading room like any of a thousand others in the country's public and university libraries. He searched for the ubiquitous card catalog, found it, sought a title in its trays, and filled out the traditional call slip. He handed it in at the desk and waited at a nearby table. He was tired. He found he was too tired even to reason, so he stared in front of him musing on all the other rooms like this he'd sat in in the past fifty years. He had enjoyed it himself, he knew, but what impact did all the effort, the getting and the organizing and the keeping have? His mind slipped to a picture of Karl Marx writing, writing, writing in the British Museum and he smiled in spite of himself. Librarians had been using that one to prove they were never quite sure what for years.
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