As I type this, I am working at a long wooden table, flanked by quiet, studious people who occasionally look up to smile, say “Hi” or chat briefly about our various solitary assignments. If I’m at Pinewood, I’m admiring the graceful vaulted ceiling of a former trolley barn. If I’m at the library, I’m gazing at the neoclassical mural over a window framing the state Capitol. Both study halls are beautiful and energizing. Both are infinitely more inspiring than working at home alone.