A Riddle

The hands that cannot clap watch the passing of each day in the room of many stories. Standing by the far aisle is a man that’s trying to find the English Channel.

The Cuckoo sings, whatever the season, and his song causes delight within the children’s corner.

An assistant pauses in her daily toil to use an ancient invention that can see through walls. She is momentarily transfixed by the frantic scurrying of the world outside.

An elderly gentleman dozes, his ruddy face hidden by black and white.

Finally, the cuckoo declares the day done, and people gather their books.

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