to sustain interest throughout, to the very last page. "Reflections on the Novel" by the Marquis.

I have to admit I need the switch to move from hand to hand. Do you not see that reading the man may, actually do you some good?

For your kinks, turn the pages and let the last flick, lick your thoughts distressed, until the next blow falls. Please read at least a bit, as you might find, he fondles you better than most.

Tied to his thoughts I wonder at yours, simple animal that you are entrapped in thought base.
If I could chain you and beat you into reading, I would do it readily and willingly. If I could gouge your eyes with his words sharpened with the fecal filled intent in which you avoid them, I would.

But I can't my friends, I can merely beseech you to do this simple thing called reading, so as to enjoy this mans pain and thus find release.

Anyone, anyone at all? Hello!