May I present to you, the private library of William Randolph Hearst. Aside from an absent loft, this place looks like perfection. I could live here with just the words of Dickens, Verne, Austen, Twain, and others as sustenance... and I guess some toast every now and then.
Friday, February 5, 2010
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