I once read a book about a poor little lonely boy in a great house with a large library This boy was pale dull and moping Nobody knew what was the matter with him But somebody tracked him into the library and saw him take a huge thick black book half as tall as himself out of a bookcase and sit down and read it The name of the book was Polexander So he sat and sobbed over Polexander because it was so very dull and so very long There were 800 page...