Those who know shame those who don't--- though it would be better if what they knew were not known. You know what I mean. Remember when you knew? And your helpless groan? Shamed into knowing--- events demanded your preparation, your long going. What the hell is this? This is not what it was. Remember how you said, "Self-assured I am in this crowd, now that I know! I know every twig I need to know in this wood! This feels good!" But what did you know? The shrinking of the sky with the increase of books? The terrible boredom of the one who looks and looks? How quickly everyone became no one. Better, better, they are now for not knowing what you finally discover: the poisonous evil of your bored lover. You should have picked the other one who didn't know anything at all, who didn't want to know anything. But they too, would have made you fall. You would have succumbed to a face Content inside the sinews of an even lower place.
