Today, if you enter the grounds of the Carthusian Charterhouse at Parkminster, England, you will walk up a long path until you reach the heavy, double-oak doors of the main entrance.
You will pull the bell rope and wait expectantly.
After a long pause, you will hear the rasping sound of metal on wood as a bolt is pulled back ... and... ever so slowly... a small window in one of the doors opens.
You will dimly see the brother Porter of Parkminster. His job is to keep outsiders from the inner sanctum, to protect the solitude of each monk.
"No visitors are allowed," he will say, if you don't have an appointment.
But, since you are inquiring about the book, An Infinity of Little Hours, you do have an appointment. I personally invite you to come with me as we explore the secret life inside the Charterhouse.
Nancy Klein Maguire