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’
What
do
I
have
to
do
?
’
he
said
.
’
Just
follow
me
.
’
The
room
opened
out
into
a
series
of
passages
,
each
one
lined
with
the
hourglasses
.
Here
and
there
the
shelves
were
divided
by
stone
pillars
inscribed
with
angular
markings
.
Albert
glanced
at
them
occasionally
;
mainly
he
strode
through
the
maze
of
sand
as
though
he
knew
every
turn
by
heart
.
’
Is
there
one
glass
for
everyone
,
Albert
?
’
’
Yes
.
’
’
This
place
doesn
’
t
look
big
enough
.
’
’
Do
you
know
anything
about
m
-
dimensional
topography
?
’
’
Um
.
No
.
’
Then
I
shouldn
’
t
aspire
to
hold
any
opinions
,
if
I
was
you
,
’
said
Albert
.
He
paused
in
front
of
a
shelf
of
glasses
,
glanced
at
the
paper
again
,
ran
his
hand
along
the
row
and
suddenly
snatched
up
a
glass
.
The
top
bulb
was
almost
empty
.
