Powder1995

Powder:
I've never been to school. I've read about it though.

Jessie:
But, you said you read all these books? [Picking up a copy of Moby-Dick] : Have you read this book? … I know college kids who couldn't wade through this one.

Powder:
Pick a page.

Jessie [looks into book]:
216.

Powder [reciting from memory] :
"Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary? Where is the foundling's father hidden? Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it."

Jessie:
You know that whole book?

Powder:
I know them all. [Jessie steps out and gazes at the cellar lined with books].