Not Musty: The British Museum

I thought the British Museum would be musty, strictly artifactual, thick around the middle, full of sad, plundering tales, half glyphs, faded graffiti.

It was hardly those things (if we overlook the plunder).  It was bright and white, a Spiralgraph.  It was—with all the hustle of morning school children and their bands of overseers—alive.