Over your shoulder, please don't mind me if my eyes have 
fallen onto your magazine for I've been watching and wondering why 
your face is changing with every line you read. All those lines 
and circles, to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give 
taste to me. If she would be wonderful, but my pride is in the 
way. I cannot read to save my life, I'm so ashamed to say. 
I live in silence, afraid to speak of my life of 
darkness because I cannot read. For all those lines and circles, 
to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me. 
If she could it would be wonderful. Then I wouldn't need someone 
else's eyes to see what's in front of me. No one guiding me. 
It makes me humble to be so green at what every kid can 
do when he learns A to Z, but all those lines and circles just 
frighten me and I fear that I'll be trampled if you don't reach 
for me. Before I run I'll have to take a fall. And then pick 
myself up, so slowly I'll devour every one of those books in the 
Tower of Knowledge.