"Not on purpose," Winter says. He's only mildly embarrassed -- given the amount of books that the stranger has accumulated, he's obviously found some way to reach things that aren't in immediate range. Maybe he has a footstool hidden somewhere behind all those stacks or something like that. "I'm still trying to get used to the organization of this place."

Which would have been easier, certainly, if he didn't get distracted reading at least halfway whatever he picked up before remembering that there are still more books to find.