11 Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Eager to see what was inside the new library, the twelve essay contest winners quickly gathered behind Dr. Zinchenko. "This way, children," said the head librarian. "Follow me." The crowd cheered as they marched out of the ballroom, all toting their sleeping bags and suitcases. There was more cheering (plus some hooting and hollering) when they reached the hotel lobby and went out the revolving doors into the street.

十二名作文比赛的优胜者急切地想看看新图书馆里有什么，他们迅速聚集在布朗博士身后。 Zinchenko。“这边走，孩子们，”图书管理员主任说。 “跟我来。”当他们带着睡袋和手提箱走出舞厅时，人群欢呼起来。 当他们到达旅馆大厅，走出旋转门来到街上时，又响起了更多的欢呼声(还有一些喊叫声和喊叫声)。

The new public library, with its glistening gold dome, took up half a downtown block, its back butting up against an old-fashioned office tower. The building was a boxy fortress, three stories tall, with stately columns that acted like bookends, because the windowless walls had been painted to resemble a row of giant books lined up on a shelf. "It's like a majestic Greek temple," gushed Miguel. "And the world's biggest bookcase," added Sierra Russell, who had finally put away her paperback. Velvet ropes lined a path across Main Street that led to a red carpet leading up a flight of steps to the arched entryway and seriously steel (not to mention round) front door. Kyle had to smile when he saw what was tethered to the railings on either side of the steps: balloons! A big bruiser—maybe six four, 250 pounds—in sunglasses and a black sports coat stood in front of the library's circular door, which had several large valve wheels like you'd see on a submarine hatch.

这座新的公共图书馆有着闪闪发光的金色穹顶，占据了市中心半个街区的面积，它的背靠着一座老式的办公大楼。 这座建筑是一座四四方方的堡垒，有三层楼高，有几根庄严的柱子，它们就像书架一样，因为没有窗户的墙壁被漆成了书架上一排巨大的书的样子。 “它就像一座雄伟的希腊神庙，”米格尔滔滔不绝地说。 “也是世界上最大的书架，”塞拉·拉塞尔补充道，她终于收起了她的平装书。 穿过主街(Main Street)的一条小路上排列着丝绒绳索，通往一条红地毯，通往一段台阶，通往拱形入口和一扇严肃的钢铁(更不用说圆形)前门。 当凯尔看到台阶两边的栏杆上拴着的东西时，他不得不笑了:气球!一个大块头——大概6英尺4英寸，250磅重——戴着墨镜，穿着黑色运动外套站在图书馆的圆形门前，门上有几个大气门轮，就像你在潜艇舱口上看到的那样。

The burly guard wore his hair in long, ropy dreadlocks. "What's with that door?" asked Haley Daley, who, of course, had pushed her way to the front. "It looks like it came from a bank vault or something." "It is the door from the old Gold Leaf Bank's walk-in vault," said Dr. Zinchenko. "It weighs twenty tons." Akimi turned around and whispered, "My dad designed the support structure for that thing. Check out the hinges." Kyle nodded. He was impressed. "Why a vault door?" asked Kayla Corson. "Because," said Dr. Zinchenko, "one sleepy Saturday, when Mr. Lemoncello was your age, he was working in the old public library over on Market Street. He was so lost in his thoughts, he did not hear the sirens as police cars raced past the library to the bank, where a burglar alarm had just been activated. This door serves as a reminder to us all: Our thoughts are safe when they are inside a library. Not even a bank robbery can disturb them."

那个魁梧的卫兵把头发扎成又长又乱的脏辫。 “那扇门是怎么回事?”哈利·戴利问，当然，她已经挤到了前面。 “看起来像是来自银行金库之类的地方。” “这是老金叶银行金库的门。” Zinchenko。“它重20吨。” 明美转过身低声说:“那东西的支撑结构是我爸爸设计的。 检查一下铰链。”凯尔点点头。 他被打动了。“为什么是金库的门?”凯拉·科森问道。 “因为，”津琴科医生说，“莱蒙切罗先生像你这么大的时候，有一个昏昏欲睡的星期六，他在市场街那边的旧公共图书馆工作。 他沉浸在自己的思绪中，没有听到警笛声，因为警车从图书馆旁边冲到银行，那里的防盗警报刚刚被激活。 这扇门提醒我们所有人:我们的思想在图书馆里是安全的。 即使是抢劫银行也不能扰乱他们。”

Miguel was nodding like crazy. He could relate. "It also helps us keep our most valuable treasures secure." "There aren't any windows," observed Andrew Peckleman. "Probably to stop bank robbers from busting in. But shouldn't you people have added windows when you turned it into a library?" "A library doesn't need windows, Andrew. We have books, which are windows into worlds we never even dreamed possible." "An open book is an open mind," added Charles Chiltington. "That's what I always say." Dr. Zinchenko pulled out a bright red note card. "Before we enter, please listen very carefully. 'Your library cards are the keys to everything you will need,' " she read. " 'The library staff is here to help you find whatever it is you are looking for.' " She smiled slightly, tucked the card back into her pocket, turned to the security guard, and said, "Clarence? Will you do the honors?" "With pleasure, Dr. Z." Clarence turned one giant wheel, spun another, and cranked a third.

米格尔疯狂地点头。 他能理解。“这也有助于我们保护最宝贵的财富。” “没有窗户，”安德鲁·佩克曼说。 “可能是为了阻止银行劫匪闯入。 可是你们把它改成图书馆的时候，难道不应该加窗户吗?”“图书馆不需要窗户，安德鲁。 我们有书，它们是通往我们做梦都想不到的世界的窗户。” “一本开放的书就是一个开放的思想，”Charles Chiltington补充道。 “我总是这么说。” 津琴科医生拿出一张鲜红色的卡片。 “在我们进去之前，请仔细听。 ‘你的借书证是打开你所需一切的钥匙，’”她念道。 “图书馆的工作人员会帮助你找到你想要的任何东西。’”她微微一笑，把卡片塞回口袋，转身对保安说:“克拉伦斯? 你能赏光吗?”“我很乐意，”她说。 z”克拉伦斯转动了一个巨大的轮子，转了另一个，又转动了第三个。

Noiselessly, the twenty-ton door swung open. The first thing Kyle could see inside was a trickling fountain in a grand foyer of brilliant white marble. The fountain featured a life-size statue of Mr. Lemoncello standing on a lily pad in the middle of a shallow reflecting pool ten feet wide. His head was tilted back so water could spurt up from his mouth in an arc. Kyle noticed a quote chiseled into the statue's pedestal: KNOWLEDGE NOT SHARED REMAINS UNKNOWN. LUIGI L. LEMONCELLO Beyond the fountain, through an arched walkway, was a huge room filled with desks. When everybody had shuffled into the entrance hall, Dr. Zinchenko turned to the security guard. "Clarence?" Clarence hauled the heavy steel door shut. Kyle heard the whir of spinning wheels, the clink of grinding gears, and a reverberating clunk. "Wow!" said Miguel. "Talk about a lock-in!"

20吨重的门无声地打开了。 凯尔看到的第一件事是一个明亮的白色大理石大厅里的喷泉。 喷泉的特色是一个真人大小的莱蒙切罗雕像，他站在一个10英尺宽的浅倒影池中央的睡莲花丛上。 他的头向后倾斜，这样水就可以从他的嘴里喷出一个弧形。 凯尔注意到雕像基座上刻着一句话:未共享的知识仍是未知的。 喷泉那边，穿过一条拱形走道，是一个摆满桌子的大房间。 当大家都拖拖拉拉地走进门厅的时候。 津琴科转向保安。 “克拉伦斯?”克拉伦斯拖着沉重的铁门关上了。 凯尔听到纺车的嗡嗡声，齿轮的叮当声，还有回响的撞击声。 “哇!”米格尔说。“说到禁闭!”

"I'll be in the control center, Dr. Z," said the security guard. "Very well, Clarence." Clarence disappeared behind a red door. "Now then, children," said the librarian, "if you will all follow me into the Rotunda Reading Room." As the rest of the group started filing into the gigantic circular room, Kyle checked out a display case beside the red door. A sign over it read "Staff Picks: Our Most Memorable Reads." A dozen books were lined up on four shelves. One cover in the middle of the bottom row caught Kyle's eye. It showed a football player wearing a number nineteen jersey dropping back to hurl a pass. Kyle made a mental note of the title: In the Pocket: Johnny Unitas and Me. Tomorrow morning, when the lock-in was over, he might use his library card to check it out for his big brother, Mike. "Wow!"

“我会在控制中心的。 Z，”保安说。 “很好，克拉伦斯。”克拉伦斯消失在一扇红门后面。 “好了，孩子们，”图书管理员说，“请大家跟我到圆形大厅阅览室去。” 当其他人开始陆续进入这个巨大的圆形房间时，凯尔查看了红色门旁的一个展示柜。 上面写着“员工精选:我们最难忘的读物”。 十二本书在四个书架上排成一排。 最下面一排中间的一个封面引起了凯尔的注意。 视频显示，一名身穿19号球衣的足球运动员后撤传球。 凯尔在心里记下了标题:口袋里:约翰尼·尤尼塔斯和我。 明天早上，当禁闭结束时，他可能会用他的借书证为他的哥哥迈克借书。 “哇!”