My comics-chum Richard recently reviewed comics biography of bongo playing physics genius Richard Feynman, declaring it to be 'simply a perfect distillation of everything you need to know about the man'. Our chum-in-common Pete had preemptively disagreed, finding it to be essentially an extended version of author Ottaviani's earlier Two-Fisted Science comics and, packaged in its a fancy hardback binding, providing insufficient ompf for the money. Curiously, although I didn't question it at the time, this lead him to offer the book, via me, to Daniel. It's an ok book but not one to keep on the shelf, perhaps? I said yes, dropped the book on Daniel's desk saying 'Pete left this for you' and left him to it.
This evening, I've stepped on three separate bent up paperclips - two in Daniel's room, one the stairs. I inquired as to why there were bent paperclips all over the place. Daniel replied he was trying to teach himself to pick locks, and I immediately knew that regardless of what Pete or Richard might think Daniel's really enjoying the book.