The library smell was different. Bobby could smell new ideas as stepped into powerful smell of imagination from the books that laid on the shelves which were to be read. The antique smell of the pages of old books, the untouched books on the shelves, the smell of the dust coming from these books. The food that students brought with them to the library. The smell of cologne and perfume of the students walking next to him, the smell of sweat of the students who had involved in some sport activities, scents from the pleasant to the wretched,
The distinct smell of the unwashed clothes along with the cigarette smell made him depressed in no time once it crossed his nose. All these kind of smells mixed together made the library full of life because of different kind of smells. Without these smells in the library it would be lifeless. Ian could not imagine himself being fitted there and smell nothing, that was just impossible.
