Do you like my Towers? I keep meaning to install helical escalators. These topless towers surround the castle like a Gödel, Escher-wise, and always guard its Bach*. To their spacious confines will I consign all of the Library which does not naturally fall elsewhere. There is little rhyme or reason to this place, and rightly so. Order and organization are not conducive to Epicurean exploration or bucolic browsing.

*It is at this point that Jack ducks and runs for cover, laughing maniacally until the decomposite red spheroid strikes his cranium, at which juncture his cackles wax rueful.