Outside, the orderly rows of books, happily classified, catalogued and spine-marked, listen with only half a dog-ear to raised voices punctuating the library’s hallowed silence.
Inside the study room, tension is mounting: storylines and plots shift impatiently in their seats; poems tap their iambic feet; yet-to-be edited manuscripts ponder publication targets.
There is no doubt – the Disambiguaters are divided and opposing camps are forming. The exclamation marks feel threatened, maligned. The colons and semi-colons are keeping their heads down, aware of ethnic cleansing elsewhere. And despite their frequent abuse, the apostrophes, are smug, triumphal.
The commas and full-stops couldn’t care less; they know they are safe.
The capital letters rise head and shoulders above it all.
Ink is being spilt.
From deep under the table a cat meows.
Any question marks?