The book which you are reading aloud is mine, Fidentinus; but, while you read it so badly, it begins to be yours.
My books need no one to accuse or judge you: the page which is yours stands up against you and says, "You are a thief."
Thou art the cause, O reader, of my dwelling on lighter topics, when I would rather handle serious ones.
You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.