"Timothy! No! That's a first edition! And where are your spectacles! What has gotten in to you?" Character idea:
A scholar who is a book louse larvae— he is deeply torn between completing his research by reading the books and eating them so that he can pupate (and maybe then, at last have the nerve to ask out the moth on whom he has a terrible unrequited, totally secret crush) Sometimes he eats books he finds poorly written out of spite.
“I had to miss a week of work sick in bed after eating Art of the Deal, but it seemed like a matter of personal duty to munch up that one. Worse I don’t think it helped my silk glands develop at all! Really I felt worse after the ordeal—had to nibble on a 1st edition of Nother’s tables just to get my bearings— and now all of the logarithms between 0.5 and 0.7 are missing.” He said with a little sob. “Whatever am I to do? I simply love my books far too much!”
