Atticus

You walk into a library on a Saturday night. This is one of the few libraries in town open extremely late. It’s empty, except for the librarian reading what looks to be a very lewd romance novel, and a patron, a man on the other side of the room with blond hair, reading a very old looking book. You didn’t know that the library carried such old texts. Interested to learn what kind of old text this man is reading, you sit down across from him at the table.