and the cunt said ah , what were the brownbacks preferences in matters of shows and theatre , and browncoat was in fact expecting this divagation and he replied that he had none not really but he still liked theatre better than reading books because books reminded him of the one book , book one , the great one that was eating his livers and sitting fatly on his kidney and whistling and refusing to come out and trace its ink across the brownbacks face and blacken his wrinkles and sculpt his decaying teeth into paragraphs so they could bite sharper and always one writes ones best books using ones own fallen dragon teeth .