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WE WERE APPROACHING a two-story structure which, like the others, had the texture and translucence of alabaster, which Leona told me was the Hall of Literature

We ascended the broad steps and went inside Like the Office of Records, there were many people inside but alh- ceilinged roohout the roo at the

I realized, abruptly, why it was so quiet, the main source of sound absent since we conversed with our minds "We can talk and not disturb anyone," I said "A perfect library"

She sht"

I looked around the room "What kind of books are these?"

"The histories of every nation on earth," she toldsuppressed"

"Thatof the near i to establish the literal truth of history

"It is indeed," Leona agreed "The history books on earth are largely fictional"

We walked around the room and I noticed that, like every object in Summerland, the books, too, emitted a faint yet visible radiation

"Are there books here that were published on earth?" I asked, re my scripts in Albert’s home

Leona nodded "As well as some that are yet to be published there"

"How does that work?"

"The contents will be i persons"

"Will they know they didn’t really write the book?"

"That’s a rather co, however, they don’t know"

"I’d like to read one of those," I said

"They’re not usually available," she told ht, in some way, mar them, how I’m not exactly sure I wanted to read a particular book once, though, and was told that, since everything here is ht alter the contents of the book"

She took me to another room which was devoted to books on psychic science, the occult,the racks, I felt emanations from them more powerful than those in the history room

She stopped at one of the racks and pulled out a volu it to me Its vibrations were rather unpleasant "It’s customary to show first visitors this book or one like it," Leona said

I turned the book to read the title on its spine: The Fallacy of Afterlife Despite the uncomfortable sensation the book imparted, I had to smile "Ironical to say the least," I said As I returned the book to its shelf, I began to feel a sense of anxiety about Ann again She didn’t believe in afterlife; I’d heard her say it Was it possible that she ht, literally, refuse to accept the evidence of her senses?

"I wouldn’t be concerned about that," Leona said "She’ll believe in you The rest will follow"

I won’t describe our full tour of the Hall of Literature; it is not really part ofand its contents were unendingly impressive When I coe to be studied, Leona reminded me that I had unli, I turned to her questioningly

"I don’t think they’d be quite ready yet," she said

"All right," I nodded Patience, I told myself A little more time and you’ll know

"Would you like to see one of our art galleries?" Leona asked

"Fine"