The bookrack was looming menacingly behind him. He always had a premonition that one day it will crush him to death. Just like the ant he crushed between the yellowing pages of Das Capital. He heard a creak when he replaced a book the other day. He looked at the book he was going to replace, Charles Darwin - The theory of evolution. My evolution might stop right now, that was the thought he had on his mind when rack collapsed.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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