For this Microbookends, we had a picture of scrolls and the words Beat and Generation as our alpha and omega.
“Beat me for idleness will he? What does a scribe know of work? He’ll regret it!”
A common litany for the Arcadian, who was beyond doubt the laziest servant in the Empire. Like every other time he voiced these complaints, we took no notice.
That is, until we smelled the smoke.
“What have you done?”
He answered with naught but a smirk until Theodotus threatened violence, then in a boast tinged with fear he answered. “I’ve set the torch to his precious scrolls. Dream of immortality all he wants, but his writings will never be passed on to the next generation.”