You cannot resist it, as your hand reaches out for the smooth round knob of the drawer, pulling it. You half expect some magic spell to strike at your hand, or for the drawer itself to be uncooperative to your curious ministrations.
But it slides open as smooth as the peel sliding off a banana. Inside, there lies a dark blue journal, embossed in gold and silver, in the medieval style. You wonder whose journal this is, and if you should just leave it alone.
You could, you think. At any rate, soon one of the workers of the domus will be showing up, or the Caretaker himself, if not Aila. You could go back to the antechamber of the Domus, with no one the wiser at what you very nearly did.
Or, you could read the book.