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He told him everything. He finished only at midnight. Afterwards, they spent the night reading the New Machiavelli to each other until the sun started dawning on Witherspoon Hall. Then, someone slid a copy of the Princetonian under the door. Outside, the sparrows shook themselves dry of the morning dew and twitted joyfully at the sunrise. During his last two years at Princeton, he met a hotchpotch of individuals that amused him not a little. In the first place, they introduced him to certain books that belonged to a very specific type of autobiographical novel that he dubbed “quest books”. In these books, the hero embarks on a quest for which he is very well prepared, but after a while realises that his skills and abilities would be better employed somewhere else, on a different mission. Sinister Road and Sublime Inquest were perfect examples of this kind of books. In Sinister Road, the main character, a police detective, starts by pursuing a seemingly trivial murder investigation involving two drunkards that had fought outside a bar, only to discover, as if it were by chance, a more momentous crime that consisted in a complot against the Queen. The books were rubbish, but they helped him kill time during the long summers, in which he used to read them lying on a bench in some park, interrupting his reading from time to time to enjoy the sight of the sunrays dancing amongst the leaves of the centennial trees.