The older I get the more I seem to understand this
Sigourney Weaver in her high school yearbook
A wonderful floor decoration on the marble at the bottom of a non-public stairwell at Melbourne’s State Library of Victoria where there used to hang a giant multi-storey metal pendulum, which has probably gone to the ‘new’ museum site in Rathdowne St. (The Library used to be the museum, too.)
I saw the floor while on a tour of the perimeter with Mr Ray Cantwell, who is in charge at the Library, as far as I can tell, of Security, Patrolling, Fire Drills, Maintenance, Cupboards, Sizing People Up, 360-degree Cameras on Gimbally Things, Unspecified Secrets and Making Sure People Are Roped to A Big Metal Thing Fixed On An Interior Wall Before They’re Allowed on The Bookshelf Balconies Up Inside The Dome. Mr Cantwell and I found that we have the same favourite bit of the Library, which is where the marble stairs up to Queens Hall from the foyer have been worn down into perceptible dips by more than a 100 years of feet helping to carry brains in to the Library. Mr Cantwell showed me the elephant lift (there was once a stuffed elephant here, and some dinosaur bits, which could only fit in this old wooden elevator with inset brass fittings. The basement catacombs are behind a door satisfyingly marked ‘Catacombs’, where 1980s furniture goes to mummify. And we found various bits of spiral staircases numbered for “handy” reconstruction, a way to shiftily shoofty through to the Wheeler Centre, what’s through the Round Windows high up at the top of the Dome, and how it makes you feel to be up on the roof on a sunny morning — gloriously uplifted, at the tippety-top of our cathedral of the mind.