Forget the Radcliffe Panopticon; the Philosophy Library on Merton Street really has absorbed the ways of thinking of its past habitués.

From Plato to Rawls, the philosophers find their home in easily accessible self-service shelves in a well-lit room furnished with wooden desks and windows opening onto the garden… except those perennial miscreants Adorno, Habermas, Wittgenstein, Heidegger, Sartre, Foucault and Derrida, whose books are shut up in a cramped dark closet as far away from the entrance as possible.