A text book about Quantum Mechanics that one man pulled off a library shelf because he'd always fancied learning about what Quantum Mechanics really were, probably made him wish he hadn't bothered when he discovered that the subject was rather too baffling for his small brain to comprehend.
Moys Kenwood, 55, was loitering around the Hull Central Library in Albion Street in the city center, when he came across the book. In an eyecatching silver and blue cover, he took it to one of the easy chairs provided by the library for the purpose of perusing books before deciding whether or not to take them home.
As he leafed through a few pages, he saw no pictures. This was not good.
The topic seemed distressingly difficult, and he understood not the least part of what he was reading. In no time at all, a distant drowsiness moved from behind a hill in the recesses of his mind, and crept along the ground towards the back of his eye sockets. He sensed it, but chose to ignore it for the time being, knowing all-too-well, however, that its slow progress meant only one thing.
Stealthily, the drowsiness crept on, yet there was still no mention between the pages of the book of any company of mechanics with a slightly-obscure name.
Finally, Kenwood slid further down into the comfortable green-leather chair, and drifted into the Land of Nod, where he dreamt a complex dream involving the wave nature of light, the photoelectric effect, and the macro-molecule DNA.
