Now Timothy was more of a bookworm than any other humans in North Manchester, which man had founded way back when.
And it came to pass that Timothy felt the urge to journey to the library on the sixth day of the week. Now he did not know that this day was also the day of the Library Book Sale.
And Timothy entered the Library.
And when Timothy saw that the sign proclaimed books for sale, and that they were priced according to the thickness of his wallet, and that the books therein were to be desired to make one wise, he entered the sale chamber, and did take, and gave money also unto the old ladies in attendance, and they took.
And Timothy’s eyes were opened, and he knew that he was a bookworm; and he took boxes, and put therein his books.
And he heard the voice of the Lord walking in the library in the coolness of the air conditioner; and Timothy and his books hid themselves amongst the shelves of the library.
And God called unto Timothy, and said unto him, “Where art thou?” And he said, “I heard thy voice in the library, and I was afraid, because I was a bookworm; and I hid myself.”
And He said, “Who told thee that thou wast a bookworm? Hast thou looked at the books whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldst not look?”
And the boy said, “The brain which thou gavest to be in mine head, it prompted me to look at the books, and I did buy.”
And the Lord said unto the brain, “What is this that thou hast done?” And the brain said, “The books beguiled me, and I did look.”
And the Lord said unto the books, “Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all paper, and above every volume in the library; upon thy spine shalt thou go and dust shall lie upon thee all the days of thy pages. And I will put enmity between thee and the brain, and between thy words and its words; it shall bruise thy spine, and thou shalt bruise its cells.”
Unto the brain He said, “I will greatly multiply thy sputterings and thy temporary misfunctions; in sputterings thou shalt bring forth thoughts; thine operations shall slow down and decrease with age, and the eyeballs shall rule over thee.”
And unto Timothy He said, “Because thou hast harkened unto the promptings of thy brain, and hast bought of the sale, cursed are thy eyeballs for thy sake; in glasses shalt thou read all the days of thy life; aches and dullness shall they bring forth to thee, and thou shalt read the book of the library;
In the fatigue of thine eyes shalt thou read, till thine eyelids collapse with weariness; for thy retina shall grow old; for dust thine eyeballs art, and to dust shalt they return.”
And Timothy called his eyeballs, “Read”, because they were the source of all knowledge.