Stay there.

I hop up and head south down the hallway. After not very long at all, I come back with some papers in my hand. I hand them over, and sure enough, the essay is titled "The Seduction of the Innocent," by Spider Robinson.

I take the teapot and disappear down a hallway to the east, singing "Her bed is hard and narrow, but gladly there I've gone/To wake to see my brown gal smiling in the dawn," my voice trailing off into the distance.

When you finish reading, you put the papers down next to the tea tray. I come back with a now-steaming teapot, and set it down gingerly.

He writes a good speech, doesn't he?

If you like that, you should try User Friendly, although not the one "in a nutshell."

Now, where was I? Ah, yes . . .