At one end, a large sign reads "»The Curse of Gutenberg."
Another side reads "The Curse of Nelson."
A note in front of you is entontled: "Blessings of a lesser Hoofddorp."
A well-crafted hook draws you deep into the caverns. You rush rapidly through the passageway for miles. The walls pulsate with multicolored variety as you speed faster and faster. Finally, you pop out into a vast, infinitely spacious room full of thousands and thousands of well-stocked bookshelves. Off to the side, a year's supply of chewing gum, pens, paper, and iced tea sit next to a cluttered desk.
On the desk is a brightly-colored Stick-it note. It reads:
(how odd. Stick-it notes usually can't speak.)
Welcome to my study. I hope you find the volumes interesting. The stack over by the gum is a compilation of my writings on literature. A few loose copies might be floating around, though. The file over on the right contains interesting articles I have read over the years. Oh, and please enjoy some iced tea.
A legal pad with small, messy handwriting sits on the desk. The cover is labeled Aes_Triplex.
The eon_hand from a millenium watch is sitting on top of a small manuscript tacked to someone else's journal entry. You realize that The Rubber Paw must have spent an immense amount of time writing his essay on Kafka's "On Parables." You look at the larger of the two papers. It is entitled, "on On Parables."