Thank You, No!

Kindly take heed and do not, I ask you 

courteously, (belying my aggravated state), 

interrupt my browsing through these 

bookshelves,as necessary for me as 

the pastoral scene of cattle quietly 

browsing; they for physical sustenance 

and me for the sublime pleasure of my 

reading soul, as necessary for my full 

enjoyment of life as feeding at the trough 

of knowledge and experience.

Thank you, no!  I have no interest

in your informed choices, I am 

perfectly capable of selecting

my own for who better than I

knows the categories of my

fascination with literature...?

The authors you choose are not

reflective of my idiosyncratic

library of taste.  Please continue

your vital occupation stocking

shelves.  Leave me to my reveries

and my fastidious ritual of selective

worship of the writing muse.  She

also, on my behalf, bids you

with no further ado, begone, depart,

vamoose, leave me kindly, in the

peace of my own devising.