Dive.

Down, down the endless spiral of the stair wrought from calligraphy and iron. Down past the balconies, curlicued sentences of architecture sweeping out on either side. Down past shelves of steel, supported on lattices woven of poetry and prose. Down past dictionaries and directories, Cookery and Contemporary History, shoes and ships and sealing-wax and all the tales ever told.

Dive - and never come up for air.