The Gentleman of the End

Weary reader, it is my honor that you have chosen this book amidst this heavy, dim library.

Regrettably, this book is ill.

You should be able to feel the raised, overgrown tissues on the book cover's surface.

The words written in days of yore are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping someone will observe their wriggling,

To feel, to analyze, to touch the very essence of this diseased story.

If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.