Dhaka, May 9 -- If one could keep the hundred years' roars of the mighty ocean bounded in the way that she would have been silent like a child fallen asleep, that great roaring silence could be compared to this library. Here language is silent, the flow lies still, the immortal light of the human soul is chained by dark letters and put into the prison of paper. If they ever become rebellious, break out of the boundary of silence, come straight out by burning down the fence of words! As innumerable floods are trapped into the solid ice on the top of the Himalayas, floods of the human soul are thus bounded in this library!

Man has trapped electricity within the wire. But who knew that they could put words into the confines of silence, too!...