[[Person 1 and 2 stand in front of Person 2's bookcase.  Person 1 flips through a number of them]]
Person 1: All your books are full of blank pages.
Person 2: Not true. That one has some ink on page 78.
[[Person 1 looks at page 78]]
Person 1: A smudge.
Person 2: So?

Person 1: There are no words. You're not reading. There's no *story* there.
Person 2: Maybe not for you. When I look at those books, I think about all *kinds* of stories.

Person 2: Reading is about more than what's on the page. Holding a book prompts my mind to enrich itself.  Frankly, I suspect the book isn't even necessary.

Person 2: The whole industry is evil. Greedy publishers and rich authors try to convince us our brains *need* their words. But I refuse to be a sucker.
Person 1: Who sold you all these blank books?

{{Title text: I just noticed CVS has started stocking homeopathic pills on the same shelves with--and labeled similarly to--their actual medicine. Telling someone who trusts you that you're giving them medicine, when you know you’re not, because you want their money, isn’t just lying--it’s like an example you’d make up if you had to illustrate for a child why lying is wrong.}}