Quiet vellichor pervades the library. Your director sits acutely at the desk across, his right hand idly resting on the covers, his left resting upon his chin. It’s a late-night study session to catch up and replenish your precious knowledge. His monotone murmur drips through the quiet as his reflected eyes shift up from the embellished pages towards your pause.

“To gather knowledge is equivalent to scrounging nutrients for survival. Do not idle before erudition, for to scrounge is the nature and the rule of the adopted. Is that understood?”