Dare them to say that knowledge doesn’t pay

I’m telling you this, because you look like a person who makes love to printed words. One that leaves their mark on the yellowed paper.  I want you to open your wallet, your purse, or even look in your sock.  Take out the smallest bill in your currency.  This could be a single dollar, or even five quid.  I want you to use this money as a bookmark.  Place it in the book so that the Queen’s head is facing the part that you left off.  We wouldn’t want her reading ahead, now would we?  Now, grip that book firmly with one hand, and let it guide you.  And dare the unfortunate to say that knowledge doesn’t pay.