Church. The priest goes on about how he can't ask the congregation to turn to a page in the hymnal, or read along, and that the last copy of the Gutenberg Bible in the Library of Congress is now gone. People gasp. I can't roll my eyes anymore, they're tired. "Let us prey to stave off our despair as out printed history disappears." Dr. M. is there, covering his eyes. A kindly old man tells him, "They find a cure for everything." Tell it to the common cold, cancer, and AIDS patients out there. They're waiting for a cure too. Dr. M. cries, I think.
Now Dr. M. is reading Tom Sawyer into a microphone. It's the scene where Tom paints the fence. Twain uses words like "deep melancholy" and "life seemed hollow," and that has to be a meta-shout-out to me. Then Dr. M. stops. "It's gone," he says. A huge "AWWW!" swells up and it's revealed that he was reading to a mass of people assembled in Central Park. Then he wakes up.
Dr. M. calls the Gilded Gym to ask if someone's with Mr. Wiseman. Then, what day is this? He goes and collects his morning paper, smiles, and then skips off to the bookstore.
Baldy is ordering A.G. though his morning workout. Do three hundred more, he says. A.G. asks, "Are you on crack?" Zing. Dr. M. comes in with two bags full of books for A.G., because his dream has shown him the errors of his ways: "I've changed my mind. I think I was wrong." Baldy says, "This is scary." He is so right. Dr. M. starts handing over books, including Grisham, A Christmas Carol, and Gray's Anatomy. A.G. says with a blank face, "You mean it? I can read? Wow. This is like Christmas." Then he scoots off to read, presumably. Dr. M. calls after him, and I am NOT KIDDING, "God bless us, every one!" Oh boy. How about, THE END! Because it is. ["It sure is. And God bless Alex Richmond for sticking it out as long as she has." -- Wing Chun]