"I saw what you did, THE FUTURIST!.
It wasn't very nice at all.
It was quite shocking.
Due to my immature reasoning and mixed feelings
of jealousy, hate, love and confused state of puberty,
I will have to expose your sinfulness.
I may rue this decision to my dying day,
but what you did with those leather bound editions of
Trollope's The Barchester Chronicles, in Daddy's library, disgusts me very very much."