Camilla and Melania look at tiny books.

Well, the women had to do something. Something that will read as something on camera. Something metaphorical. There's the grand literary tradition of England, as represented by the bust of Shakespeare overseeing the ladies' encounter with literature of the miniature kind. The feminine kind. Look how dutifully the 2 women enact intimacy through the fingering of tiny books. Such meaningful nonsense!

I would love to have a transcript of Melania's internal monologue. Outwardly, she says things like, "Oh, beautiful. Very nice." What choice does she have?

May I have more information about her outfit? What was the thinking? Encase her in leather! Yes, she will embody the experience of a book — bound in leather. But she's so insanely large next to the teeny-tiny books. Any human would look ungainly next to these dainty objects.

Soon they address the gigantic book that had been looming in the background, exaggerating the tininess of the tiny books. Don't dare touch it! They'd been woman-handling the tiny books — without gloves — but they are warned off touching the humongous bird book. It's a first edition of John J. Audubon's "Birds of America." The ladies stand back in awe.