I implore you, my dearest reader, abandon your ambitions to know the writings presented in these pages, for sorrow and grief are the sum of the whole of them. I write this not due to the madness that is most certain to befall me and mine, but in a steadied moment of clarity to aid you and yours in a final act of benevolence.

I so do love books and the written word, and cannot bring myself to destroy this or any other volume of work for it possesses truths of this world.

The pages here in are of a blundered attempt to ascertain the origin, meaning and truth of a single common word by a child of knowledge. In common speak, a "Bookworm" is a medical ailment of the cranium and its contents nothing more need be spoken on the subject as even the smallest elaboration will assuredly be a harsh stain upon your fate. Upon this statement of fact, you should now place these writing in whatever is the securest chest in your possession and plunge it into the sea for Poseidon toil over its fate.

Sincerely, with Thanks and Love, 

Jessica L.