This one with the knives is the reason that I prefer the company of the repressed librarian types. The way I figure it is that I'd rather have a book thrown at me than a knife. :)
Unless it's War and Peace, perhaps.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.