Endlessness and pacing oneself, avoidance of pitfalls in private libraries or nervous and earnest, the disappearing books and every other missing opportunity for equality for information. Just personal curiosity, continuing an autodidactic education may seem inevitably like application of some sort of social experiment or separate oneself entirely from every criterium therein. Note-taking, here they ain’t gonna ‘preciate the grind and sour and scour and catch any part out, but fine, maybe rise above makes sense, and such threats: Not Further; What furthering won’t become some sort of novelty or charity or nostalgic martyrdom? Plus, Vonnegut, a possibly valid use for a semi-colon?