"Excuse me, librarian? Could you help me find some books?"
"Of course. What are you looking for?"
"Where do you keep the books that are right about things?"
"I'm not sure I understand you."
"This stack of books, here? They're wrong about stuff. I just pulled them off the normal shelves. They all get it wrong. So what I want to know is, where are the books that aren't wrong?"
The library patron leans in close over the counter and whispers. "Look, I get it if you're not supposed to tell normal people. But I figured it out, right? I won't tell anyone. I swear. Just...please, let me into whatever back room has all the books that agree with me."