I have a library in my head that collects all the books of the world from east to west.
With Descartes as a librarian, he has free access to the library.

But people living in my head keep trying to enter the library.
I set up a barrage and put up a banner to stop them and go to a drinking club.
There is another person who takes it as Weird.

Many philosophers and artists living at home write down a list of books they want to borrow in their rooms.
Then, Descartes and I take them out.

A book has wings and flies after a year as a copy.
So even if you can tear or underline it,
it's not your book, so the torn page has wings and disappears after a year.

These days, these people are into sherbet.
It's an ancient Egyptian sherbet.
Pat the ice with your hands, grind it into small pieces, and sprinkle it with orange juice.
What pharaohs are they?
I think it's unfair from the standpoint of becoming a pharaoh.

Children who run around corridors cry a lot during the night sweats.
That's how desperate they are to study.
They sometimes play squash or play badminton or tennis to cool down while studying,
but all stadiums are attached to them, so people who don't know the standard play badminton at the tennis court.

(Did Wittgenstein give up studying? Why do you live with a blanket in a smoking room?)

Descartes is struggling again today.
From the standpoint of becoming a librarian at the central library, I feel depressed,
but I can't study because I have a lot of work to do.
It's gonna be like milk. I have to go raise a snail..
He likes snails or doesn't like them..