The book was filled with bile and filth of the kind rejected by polite—and impolite society. It said things… horrible, unsavory things. They were all true, of course, but the book reported them in the vilest manner possible. With curses, swears and lured descriptions and every possible disgusting visual imagery. The worst part was, once the book got going, it was impossible to shut the thing up. Locks, boxes, sandwiched in over-full book cases…thing’d stop the horrid verbiage and lewd descriptors that issued for the in the most annoying, raunchy voice. That, your honor, is why I shot it.