Chapter 11
The NautilusCAPTAIN NEMO stood up. I followed him. Contrived at the rear of
the dining room, a double door opened, and I entered a room whose
dimensions equaled the one I had just left.
It was a library. Tall, black–rosewood bookcases, inlaid with
copperwork, held on their wide shelves a large number of uniformly
bound books. These furnishings followed the contours of the room,
their lower parts leading to huge couches upholstered in maroon
leather and curved for maximum comfort. Light, movable reading
stands, which could be pushed away or pulled near as desired,
allowed books to be positioned on them for easy study. In the
center stood a huge table covered with pamphlets, among which some
newspapers, long out of date, were visible. Electric light flooded
this whole
