text: [Themes: Lovecraft, Lovecraftian]
  
  > Look around
  Upstairs Hall, north end (Jason Love)
  Imposing wooden doors lead north and east ; a smaller doorway between them has been closed off with badly painted bricks. The top of the stairs is accessible through a narrow arch to the west, and the hall continues to the south.
  
  A massive black armoire stands sealed against the north-west wall.
  
  > search the side pocket
  You unzip the side pocket just enough to take a peek inside. It contains a dull machete, a shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew), a glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew), an ornate metallic box, a book list, a cast iron spire and a library card.
  
  > search the trash pocket
  You unzip the trash pocket just enough to take a peek inside. It contains loose bricks (smelling faintly of mildew), a dead battery, Peter's jacket, a mysterious silver box, a plastic bubble and a suitcase.
  
  > examine the coffee
  The clouds in your cup form a centaur. Images of strange hybrids mean that some challenges in your current environment can be defeated with what you already possess, while others will require outside assistance.
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from it.
  
  > examine the east door
  Astonishingly large and assembled of thick oak planks with iron banding and trim; the door glistens redly from a thick coat of shellac. This would almost be more suitable as an exterior door, but in place of a knocker, a Cragne family crest has been set into the wood with iron filigree. The handle is little more than a bent metal prong next to an oversized keyhole.
  
  > look at the keyhole
  Astonishingly large and assembled of thick oak planks with iron banding and trim; the door glistens redly from a thick coat of shellac. In the center, a Cragne family crest has been set into the wood with iron filigree. The handle is little more than a bent metal prong next to an oversized keyhole.
  
  > look through it
  Peering through the keyhole, you've found what can only be the master bedroom. It looks ordinary enough from a distance, but you struggle to make out any details through the gloom.
  
  > go south
  The threadbare carpet holds only the vaguest hints of its original hue, and the yellowing wallpaper is crisscrossed with a web of cracks.
  
  The hallway feels narrow—no, that's not right. The hallway is wide enough for two people to pass one another easily. It doesn't feel narrow: it feels thin. The hallway continues to the north, and there are doors leading to the west, south, and east.
  
  Partway down the hall, a black pen floats a couple feet off the ground, as if resting on a table or desk. It does not, however, appear to be sitting on anything.
  
  > About yourself
  You feel thinner than normal—but not you, just your skin, as if it were stretched across the surface of your body. It doesn't look taut or stretched, but you feel like you could pierce it with your fingernail.
  
  > examine the coffee
  The swirls in your cup form a mermaid. Images of strange hybrids mean that some challenges in your current environment can be defeated with what you already possess, while others will require outside assistance.
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from it.
  
  > examine the pen
  A black fountain pen. It looks like the ink is long dried up.
  
  The gentle sound of rain fills the hall with a momentary atmosphere of peace.
  
  > go west
  Study (Ian Holmes)
  "Kind people call them sunbeams," your mother told you, as a child, when you asked about the dust particles catching the light in your living room. Later, you read that much of it was arthropod waste: shredded cobwebs, insect corpses, mites fed on human skin.
  
  Barely a sunbeam reaches this study. Dust cakes the desk, drapes, and book-lined shelves like a bug mass grave. More insect bodies litter the carpet in earlier states of decay. The exit is east.
  
  Even now, being in a study makes you feel vaguely guilty. Like an impostor.
  
  > About yourself
  As good-looking as ever.
  
  You do notice a key on the bookshelf. It is probably significant.
  
  No, let me rephrase that; it is the ONLY reason a plebeian like you would stray into this temple of learning. So pick it up and get out of here.
  
  A Rusty Iron Key.
  
  > examine the coffee
  The swirls in your cup form several stacks of coins. Objects of desire either mean that you are surrounded by great treasures and opportunities or that you need to be more careful with your physical belongings. Possibly both.
  
  There doesn't seem to be much point to inspecting anything else, given that you found the key.
  
  > get the key
  (the small rusty iron key)
  Taken. Now get out of here!
  
  > examine the coffee
  The swirls in your cup form -- weird, they've entirely dissipated. Lack of a symbolic image means that you have accomplished everything you must in your current environment and should move on to find new challenges in order to grow as a person.
  
  What, you think finding the key makes you clever? You were obviously meant to find it.
  
  > look at the photograph
  It depicts a snake (specifically, an Eastern Ratsnake, according to the caption) in the act of raiding a finches nest. Having strangled a mother finch, its jaws open wide as it loops back around to bite.
  
  You are unable to decode mathematics, to solve problems like Werner or Emmy could.
  
  > look at the notepad
  Written on the paper are some mathematical notes that are just beyond your ability to grasp. You think you know what they mean but, as your eyes unfocus, you have trouble recalling even basic stuff. Like Liouville's Theorem, or the uses of the Wronskian.
  
  > read it
  Written on the paper are some mathematical notes that are just beyond your ability to grasp. You think you know what they mean but, as your eyes unfocus, you have trouble recalling even basic stuff. Like Liouville's Theorem, or the uses of the Wronskian.
  
  Just gonna keep examining stuff, huh.
  
  > look at the carpet
  Insect corpses are strewn around. Perhaps someone was recently here, spraying a can of insecticide around. Perhaps the insects just breed and die fast enough in here, and decay slow enough, for you to see the bodies before they decay into dust. Anyway, you can see a daddy long-legs or two.
  
  You are so bored.
  
  > get all
  notepad: You reach out for the pad, and think twice. Maybe you should try to understand it first. You know, before you steal it.
  photo: Your own memories are scary enough.
  
  > look at the shelves
  It's just a bookshelf. Mahogany or something.
  
  On the bookshelf is a snowglobe.
  
  > examine the snowglobe
  Inside the snowglobe is a microscopic world that is exactly like this one in every respect, but tinier in exact proportion. Except your own worth as a human being, which is tinier out of ALL proportion. And it's already pretty tiny in this world, the original world.
  
  So that's kind of incredible.
  
  Looking at things in this room is becoming so excruciatingly boring that almost any death would be a sweet despair from the tedium of the experience you, the player, are putting the player character through.
  
  > Go east
  The threadbare carpet holds only the vaguest hints of its original hue, and the yellowing wallpaper is crisscrossed with a web of cracks. The hallway continues to the north, and there are doors leading to the west, south, and east.
  
  > check your inventory
  You are carrying:
  a snowglobe
  a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a black fountain pen
  an old paperback book (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an old newspaper (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pink-bound book
  a pinch of snail paste
  an Italian magazine cutting
  De Zeven Testamenten van de Krijsende Zeeworm
  a police report ("Francine Cragne")
  a note from a seesaw
  a piece of chalk
  a black box (open but empty)
  a shard
  a broken silver amulet
  Mama Hydra's Deep Fried Ones (smelling faintly of mildew)
  A Culinary Overview of Superstitions in the Miskaton Valley Region
  
  Hyper-Gastronomy, Exactness, and String Theory: a Theoretical Subdiscipline of Cooking and Baking by Chef Wheldrake (smelling faintly of mildew)
  red-rimmed porcelain plates
  red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a spray bottle that used to contain fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a copper urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed)
  a bronze urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed)
  a key from an urn
  some mildewed leather gloves
  a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a rusty flathead screwdriver
  a teapot
  a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  Tolerating An Asinine God (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a rusty piece of metal
  some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a well-dressed ghost (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a soggy tome (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a backpack features guide
  a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew)
  Twin Hearts Between the Planes
  a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a moldy, waterlogged journal (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed)
  a wad of cash
  a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew)
  The Dollmaker's Journal (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a tiny leather journal
  a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew)
  Daniel Baker's note
  the diary of Phyllis Cragne (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a postcard of Big Ben (smelling faintly of mildew)
  The Modern Girl's Divination Handbook -- Volume Three
  a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a glass jar containing an insect
  a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pair of stone earplugs (being worn)
  a trolley pass (being worn)
  a Jansport backpack (being worn and open)
  a hidden pocket (open but empty)
  a key pocket (closed)
  a book pocket (open but empty)
  a side pocket (closed)
  a trash pocket (closed)
  a gold jacket (being worn)
  a giant milkweed leaf (being worn as a mask)
  
  > examine the carpet
  Generations of feet have worn an off-white strip down the hallway that branches into each room. Where the walls meet the floor you can just barely make out hints of the forest-green of the carpet.
  
  The leaden light of the overcast sky seems to swim in the edges of the hall.
  
  > look at the wallpaper
  The surface of the wallpaper is covered with small cracks that criss-cross it in a spiderweb-like fashion. They converge halfway down the hall in a small hole, through which you can see a faint, flickering light. The edges of the hole curl back and look like they could be torn further.
  
  > look at Hole
  (the hole)
  Through the hole you can see a void that seems to glow faintly with a swirling white light. In the distance you can just make out the shapes of words, but you can't see them clearly enough from here to make sense of them.
  
  > Tear wallpaper
  The paper tears away in thin strips, opening up into a gently glowing, three-foot-wide void that stretches nearly from the floor to the ceiling. You think you can see words in there, but you can't quite read them from out here.
  
  You hear an electronic humming noise coming from the hole in the wallpaper.
  
  The wind howls and the manor creaks slightly.
  
  > go inside
  Printed name of M2F7 is "Hallway South (Matt Schneider)".
  
  Description of M2F7 is "The threadbare carpet holds only the vagues hints of its original hue, and the yellowing wallpaper is crisscrossed with a web of cracks.[if schneider-wallpaper is schneider-torn] The hole that you tore through the wallpaper emits a gentle light.[end if][If unvisited][paragraph break]The hallway feels narrow[unicode 8212]no, that's not right. The hallway is wide enough for two people to pass one another easily. It doesn't feel narrow: it feels thin.[end if] The hallway continues to the north, and there are doors leading to the west, south, and east.".
  
  The schneider-wallpaper is scenery in M2F7. Understand "wallpaper", "cracks", "web", and "paper" as schneider-wallpaper. Schneider-wallpaper can be schneider-torn or schneider-untorn. schneider-wallpaper is schneider-untorn. The description of schneider-wallpaper is "[if schneider-wallpaper is schneider-untorn]The surface of the wallpaper is covered with small cracks that criss-cross it in a spiderweb-like fashion. They converge halfway down the hall in a small hole, through which you can see a faint, flickering light. The edges of the hole curl back and look like they could be torn further.[else]The wallpaper hangs limply open where you tore it. A soft light pulsates in the void behind the wall.[end if]". The printed name of schneider-wallpaper is "wallpaper".
  
  The schneider-desk is a supporter in M2F7. Schneider-desk is scenery. The printed name of schneider-desk is "desk". Understand "desk" as schneider-desk. The schneider-drawer is a closed, openable, opaque container that is part of schneider-desk. The printed name of schneider-drawer is "drawer". Understand "drawer" as schneider-drawer.
  
  The schneider-pen is a thing in M2F7. The description of schneider-pen is "A black fountain pen. It looks like the ink is long dried up." The printed name of schneider-pen is "black fountain pen". Understand "pen" and "fountain pen" as schneider-pen.
  
  The schneider-typescript is a library-book inside schneider-drawer. Understand "typescript" as schneider-typescript. The printed name of schneider-typescript is "bound typescript".
  
  > Go outside
  The threadbare carpet holds only the vaguest hints of its original hue, and the yellowing wallpaper is crisscrossed with a web of cracks. The hole that you tore through the wallpaper emits a gentle light. The hallway continues to the north, and there are doors leading to the west, south, and east.
  
  Thunder rumbles in the distance.
  
  > examine the desk
  You feel your way down the hall slowly until your hand comes to rest on something. You can't see the desk, but as you run your hands across it, it appears to be waist-height, wooden, and has a drawer of some kind on the front.
  
  The leaden light of the overcast sky seems to swim in the edges of the hall.
  
  > open the drawer
  You open the drawer, revealing a bound typescript.
  
  A sudden sparking noise echoes inside the hole.
  
  The wind howls and the manor creaks slightly.
  
  > look at it
  The book is bound in a cheap, rough, green cloth, with the title 'Pataphysical Approaches to Quantum Superfluids and the name
  Aster Cragne embossed in gold leaf. The pages appear to have
  been printed on continuous paper, then separated and gathered together—a dissertation, perhaps? There's a sticker with a Dewey number stuck to the spine, and on the title page you see the stamp of the insignia of the Backwater Public Library.
  
  > read it
  The book appears to be a scholarly monograph or a dissertation. You try to make sense of it, but the contents are incomprehensible: you struggle with sentences that declare matter-of-factly "the behaviour of cubits in a hasturian environment is well-known, although not often remarked upon", or propose that "we must now consider the implications of quantum entanglement in non-euclidian dimensions in light of recent discoveries regarding spacetime foam."
  
  The chapter entitled "The Vaadignephod Paradox" takes up at least seventy pages, and could well be, from all the subclauses and parenthetical diversions, a single, unbroken sentence. The chapter appears to describe the creation of a new element that, according to the typescript, "exhibits remarkable sub-quantum effects when exposed to nanomolecular compounds" but you can't determine whether this is a theoretical proposal or the records of an experiment that has already been conducted.
  
  There are notes written in the margins throughout the book both in pencil and in a blue-black ink that's left acidic yellow burns on the facing pages.
  
  The book concludes with the statement "And so I can only conclude that the holographic paradigm is presently the most compelling explanation for the heretofore discussed processes, effects, and phenomena." Written in pencil beneath this is the question "Cad faoi an leabhar na rí bhuí?".
  
  As you finish reading the passage, you realize that the well-dressed man has been reading over your shoulder. He nods thoughtfully, placing his hand on the cover, leaving frost behind on the library insignia.
  
  > examine Ghost
  (the Ghost Libation Legend)
  The Lonesome Keen Serves One
  
  Ingredients: 1 part cold gin 2 parts warm apple cider 1 pinch cinnamon 8 grains salt
  
  Instructions: "It alls means something, thids drink. My great-grandfather... a Cragne! Keening Ken Cragne! Through from the... to the top. Is he here now? Is he dead? (laughs) And we remember wha (unintelligible) Kenneth Cragne! It all meanses something... listen to me... listen... Two parts cider, yeah? Because two days outta three, ol" Ken Cragne put cider in his flask! Calm days, they say. My dad said thad. Calm Ken days... Calm. But I wasn't alive then I don't (unintelligible.) But still I remember the gin days, you know? I shouldn't remember 'em right? Because that's crazy, right? (laughs) Why do I remember Ken Bastard Cragnes cold gin days, huh? Thas weird, right? My grandpa's the only kid of nine to like... Hold on okay. Lemme EXPLAIN the DRINK. The pinch of cinn- of cinnda- the punch a cibadon... cinnamon. That's Ken's lonely work! Train conductor, and actually the only one in my family to do that particular occupation. Big money becauss he smuggled cinner... cinn... he smuggled lots of things actually. They'd all be dead by now anyways, right? (unintelligible) What were we talking about? Oh! Oh god! EIGHT GRAINS OF SALT! EXACT! PRECISE OR HE DOES THE THING OKAY? Eight kids eight grains eight bloody brains. I would sing thadt. Perfect or Ken... Ken is here right now, right? Don't tell him I said- he just dead but he's here... He usedta beat up my mom and dad... after they died! I don't know knowww whyyy. We Cragne's got space in our blood. Space times. Very dignified, do you hear me? Very dignified! That's the name. That's hell. LISTEN TO (unintelligible) dig... we got.. we... please...
  
  The light in the void swells, casting strange shadows in the hallway.
  
  > examine man
  The outline of an African-American man in a suit and tie fades in and out of view around a hovering spark.
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from it.
  
  White light flickers from somewhere inside the hole in the wallpaper.
  
  > Go outside
  The threadbare carpet holds only the vaguest hints of its original hue, and the yellowing wallpaper is crisscrossed with a web of cracks. The hole that you tore through the wallpaper emits a gentle light. The hallway continues to the north, and there are doors leading to the west, south, and east.
  
  The hallway darkens slightly.
  
  > Go south
  (first opening the wooden door)
  It seems to be locked.
  
  > read the typescript
  The book appears to be a scholarly monograph or a dissertation. You try to make sense of it, but the contents are incomprehensible: you struggle with sentences that declare matter-of-factly "the behaviour of cubits in a hasturian environment is well-known, although not often remarked upon", or propose that "we must now consider the implications of quantum entanglement in non-euclidian dimensions in light of recent discoveries regarding spacetime foam."
  
  The chapter entitled "The Vaadignephod Paradox" takes up at least seventy pages, and could well be, from all the subclauses and parenthetical diversions, a single, unbroken sentence. The chapter appears to describe the creation of a new element that, according to the typescript, "exhibits remarkable sub-quantum effects when exposed to nanomolecular compounds" but you can't determine whether this is a theoretical proposal or the records of an experiment that has already been conducted.
  
  There are notes written in the margins throughout the book both in pencil and in a blue-black ink that's left acidic yellow burns on the facing pages.
  
  The book concludes with the statement "And so I can only conclude that the holographic paradigm is presently the most compelling explanation for the heretofore discussed processes, effects, and phenomena." Written in pencil beneath this is the question "Cad faoi an leabhar na rí bhuí?".
  
  You hear an electronic humming noise coming from the hole in the wallpaper.
  
  > examine the coffee
  The swirls in your cup form an airplane. Modes of transportation mean that your current environment presents challenges that can only be overcome by seeking fresh perspectives elsewhere until you're ready to return.
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from it.
  
  A sudden sparking noise echoes inside the hole.
  
  The hallway echoes with the sound of rain hammering on the walls and roof of the manor.
  
  > go to the east
  Library (Mike Spivey)
  This library features dark paneling, polished hardwood floors, and thousands of books. A mahogany desk sits against the one part of the walls not lined with books. Above the desk hangs an ominous-looking painting. An antique wingback chair provides a place for quiet study, while in the center of the room is a reading podium. The only exit is west, back to the hallway.
  
  A massive tome sits on the podium.
  
  > About yourself
  You have a surprisingly strong urge to read something.
  
  > look at the books
  There are thousands of books here. Most of them are thick, cracked, leather-bound volumes with titles lettered in raised gold leaf.
  Oddly, though, one section contains several cheap paperbacks.
  
  > examine the paperbacks
  (the old paperback book (smelling faintly of mildew))
  The old paperback book is pretty thick, and the pages are yellowed and lacerated here and there. You're not a bookworm, but the condition of the book and the outdated font and style of drawing on the cover tell you it was printed decades ago, maybe at the beginning of the century.
  
  Judging by the cover the book seems to be a bit pulpy. It shows a large, old and eerie house on a clearing in the woods. The title is "ANCHORHEAD. A What-do-I-do-now Book Based on the Works of MICHAEL GENTRY." A scraggy sticker with the insignia of the Backwater Public Library, on it indicates that by no means you want to pay the fine for exceeding the return deadline.
  
  Frost lines the edges of the library insignia.
  
  > examine the desk
  This tasteful mahogany desk complements the library nicely. It appears to be locked.
  
  > examine painting
  The painting depicts a night scene: a headless man on a rearing black horse, holding a grinning jack-o-lantern under his arm. It appears to be only loosely hanging on the wall.
  
  > get it
  You take the painting down. Behind it is a safe.
  
  > examine safe
  This small safe is embedded in the wall. It looks like one of those safes where you have to turn the dial to three numbers in succession in order to open the safe. The dial can be set to any number from 1 to 60; it is currently set to 60. The safe is closed.
  
  > look at the chair
  This elegant chair looks more decorative than functional.
  
  > examine the podium
  On the reading podium is A Billion Random Digits.
  
  > look at billion
  100,000 Normal Deviates, by the Rand Corporation.
  
  You could read the tome (READ TOME), read a back blurb (READ BACK BLURB), or study a specific page number in the tome (STUDY PAGE 17, for example).
  
  > read tome
  Which do you mean, the pink-bound book or the soggy tome (smelling faintly of mildew)?
  
  > read billion
  100,000 Normal Deviates, by the Rand Corporation.
  
  You begin to read the digits: 10097 32533 76520 13586...
  
  It's slow going at first. There's something hypnotic, though, about a continuing but irregular sequence that uses the same few symbols over and over. You read on and on.
  
  Soon the digits are whispering to you, hinting at dark mysteries and forbidden secrets.
  
  Do you wish to continue reading the tome?
  
  > Yes
  You continue reading, page after page after page. The numbers swirl in your mind, producing visions that lurk just beyond your understanding. Slowly, though, you begin to realize that these "random" digits encode the deepest knowledge of the universe: life and love, good and evil, death, immortality. It's all here.
  
  Hours later, you are far from finished with the tome, but there is no need to read further. Everything makes sense now. You see. You know. You understand. You are...
  
  > read back the blurb
  All of the back blurbs are for a previous edition of the book, A Million Random Digits with 100,000 Normal Deviates. They appear
  to be taken from some new world wide web site named, oddly enough, after a river in Brazil. You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  While the printed version is good, I recommend waiting for the CD version featuring narration by William Shatner.
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  I bought two copies of this book. I find that the first copy perfectly predicts what the numbers will be in the second copy. I feel cheated.
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  It seemed like about 10% of the time I was able to predict which number was next. It was still better than Life of Pi which,
  aside from being irrational, included no estimations of Pi at all.
  
  > read back blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  Such a terrific reference work! But with so many wonderful random digits, it's a shame they didn't sort them, to make it easier to find the one you're looking for.
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  This is the second edition of the book. The first edition didn't sell well because all of the randomly chosen numbers turned out to be exactly the same. The authors argued that a true random number generator could indeed generate a million identical numbers, and the fact that the authors would try to publish something that seemed so un-random proved their intellectual integrity and hence the randomness of their identical numbers. Still, the public rejected the first edition proving that consumers of random numbers are far more interested in the appearance of randomness than in actual randomness. As a consequence, for this second edition the authors carefully selected numbers that readers would be sure to perceive as random. So sadly this book represents yet another example of how striving for marketplace success corrupts the intellectual integrity of authors.
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  Random? It lists almost 600 integers in numerical order!
  
  I was duped by the title of this book. It is supposed to be about random digits. And at first glance you do see randomness.
  
  But after reading the book a while I started seeing a pattern. I did extensive research to prove my theory. After hours of mathematical modeling I conclusively proved that there is a set of numbers in this book that is not only a pattern, but is outright sequential!
  
  The top corner of each page (left corner on the left side pages, right corner of the right side pages) was a list of sequential numbers from 1 to 628, all in a row. No numbers are skipped. Even the prime numbers are included! At first you don't notice this because there is only 1 number on each page. But as you advance through the book you notice that the numbers keep advancing by 1 every time you turn the page.
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  Those Deviates were in no way normal. This is a shocking display of what our country as a whole has come to. When I was a kid, all of our Deviates were STANDARD.
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  Compendium?
  
  For those of us without a two week vacation to devote to this tome, I would like to see a Cliff's Notes version. Maybe 10,000 random numbers?
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  A must read! The author carries you through the tapestry of her
  soul.
  
  What an amazing book. Stories of love, joy, and pain. This beautiful book gives insight to a life lived, mistakes made, forgiveness, and ultimately love. Love to and for others who are weaving the tapestry of the author's life. Most importantly, love and forgiveness for herself.
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  They sure don't come up with random numbers like they used to. If you look closely, you will note that every tenth digit or so is just a repeat of the last digit and every hundredth or so is a just the same digit repeated three times. How sloppy!
  
  Also, if you stare at it long enough, you can decode something around page 300 about Jodie Foster and J.D. Salinger giving me some sort of instructions. I'm going to stay up another couple nights staring at this to see if I can make out anything further.
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  A MILLION??
  
  "A Million Random Digits"? HA!
  
  They only used 10, and just kept repeating them in different combinations!
  
  Don't be fooled!
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  What a bargain!
  
  Did Rand's marketing department make a mistake? If you buy this book, you'll get one million random digits for the ridiculously low price of $64.74. That means each digit only costs 0.00006474 cents, and they throw in the deviates for free!
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  Wait for it...
  
  I don't want to spoil anything but you will LOVE the twist ending!
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  Better in the original...
  
  If you like this book, I highly recommend that you read it in the original binary. As with most translations, conversion from binary to decimal frequently causes a loss of information and, unfortunately, it's the most significant digits that are lost in the conversion.
  
  > read back the blurb
  You pick one of the blurbs at random and read it.
  
  Save your time and watch the movie.
  
  Book is okay. Seriously, I would recommend that you just see the movie. It was remarkably true to the book and I thought George Clooney's performance as the string of digits on page 34 brought something to the story that you just can't get from the written version.