The book was huge. Humongous. Ginormous. Big. Big McLargeHuge. Lorge. If all the words for “gigantic in size” were to suddenly disappear, this book would by its very physical presence both invent and define all the new precepts needed to fill the void. It was, in all senses of the word, huge.

And he had to have read it by tomorrow. All of it. In its entirety. From page one to that imaginary last page way off in the unknowable distance.

He climbed a ladder in order to read the title. The Phenomenology of Spirit.