as a parting gift, the Book of Mormon, with this very impassioned inscription: “If you think this is false, then this must mean that I and millions of other fools are stumbling around in the darkness.” Or something devastating like that. It was so daunting, and it took me like a year and a half to get around to starting to read it. And then I read it, and it’s—Mark Twain famously called it “chloroform in print.” It’s just terrible. It’s a terrible book.
