Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I stood in the corridor feeling like an angry pebble. It didn't matter where I rolled off to. The mystery and treachery of the world continued, and a pebble like me could get angry over anything it liked and it wouldn't do any good. Librarians not reading, I thought to myself. Sometimes I don't know why I bother. ”
Lemony Snicket
From : Why Is This Night Different from All Other Nights?
