There once was a boy named Milo who didn't know what to do with himself--not just sometimes, but always.
When he was in school he longed to be out, and when he was out he longed to be in. On the way he thought about coming home, and coming home he thought about going in. Wherever he was he wished to be somewhere else, and when he got there he wondered why he bothered. Nothing really interested him--least of all the things that should.
"It seems to me that almost everything is a waste of time," he remarked one day as he walked dejectedly home from school. "I can't see the point of learning to solve useless problems, or subtracting turnips from turnips, or knowing how to spell February." And, since no one bothered to explain otherwise, he regarded the process of seeking knowledge as the greatest waste of time of all.
Banned book, it was banned by the national library of congress ages ago because back in the day, they deemed it inappropriate for younger kids to read.
Its not banned anymore, as that was many many years ago.
By @Daisy848
Haruspex
