Who on earth would have the temerity to impugn the Librarians in this way???

You can almost hear the response from the dimly lit room in the depths of the Library building.
As you thread your way through a carpet of discarded crisp packets , you become aware of the faint odour of Sherry.
"Shome Mishtake Ssshurely" Soon followed by "What number extension is Miss Thrashbottom on?"
