Cranky Large Medium reading, 26 September

Go away.

What? Are you still here? Is finding the exit gate too challenging for you? Let me point you in the right direction. Yonder lies the way. Why aren't you walking toward it? Go on, put that little foot forward, then the other one, then... hmmmph. Just what is this problem you have? Oh, but you came here for something. Pardon my rolling eyes. This thing you want of me, it wouldn't happen to be a reading, would it? If I give you one, will you go away immediately afterward? O, joy, o rapture! Here you are:

You really ought to take your nose out of your books sometimes. Although being well-read is not necessarily a bad thing, there is a life outside the library, in which you might exercise your ambition, a little energy, some positive direction in your life. You are too stubborn. Expectations of you are generally low; most people know you will do much for love, but you won't do that.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But what do I care? You'll be sticking your nose back into your books again, soon, so you won't be my problem any more. Meanwhile, look on the bright side of things -- at least you can go home to your reading. That puts you in a better place than these people, all of whom, on this date, were added to the book of doomsday: Taichang Emperor, Wakisaka Yasuharu, Daniel Boone, Antoine Parent, Jurij Vega, August Ferdinand Möbius, Hermann Grassmann, Hans Cloos, Lavoslav Ružička, Manne Siegbahn, Juan de Torquemada, George Santayana, John Byron, Lafcadio Hearn, Hugh Lofting, William Billings, Béla Bartók, Billy Vaughn, Betty Carter, Baden Powell, Robert Palmer, Charles Correll, Arthur Hunnicutt, Hugh Franklin, Richard Mulligan, Paul Newman, Anna Magnani, Ellen Roosevelt, Ralph Earnhardt, Levi Strauss, Herbert Tichy,

and Bessie Smith.

Go to St. Louis, you can win him back. Or not. Just go.
Happy birthday, anyway.