Introduction

Why are people who read books always wrong about everything? How come, in our era, the most literate era of all time, everybody is depressed and on drugs and unhappy? Why are our intellectuals so incapable of pointing out the real problem? Book cope, these little, paper bound demons, have imprisoned us within a world of intellectualism, jargon and conceptualization. I'm going to show you nicha's case for why they are all charlottins. The only place that you need to go to be happy is within your instincts and your body.