The Book said:
"You can lie down now. You are at your last. The serpents have fallen away. The adhesive is gone. Gone. Lone archetype against colorised ideas, a foolish matter for children, gone. Wretched heat will dissipate on your skin. Your childhood Walkman will reappear. Figs, bananas, oranges, frangrant and ripe, will be delivered at your feet. You never got the joke. You tried to join in, even contributed some, but it never quite clicked. The transformation of it all. Gone. Last train to relevance, a forgotten website unscraped and uninspired, slow progress, working late, families disappointed along the entire coastline. Long gone. PM forgot his playlist. The tunes, gone, anyway. Castration will be carried out later. I wanted to see the curve, the twist, the biological creation, but that won't be happening now. Lying down, that is gone. All gone."
It's always worth it to skip to the last page.