Over the course of the evening, Benjamin had made a lot of progress. On top of being quite literate and quite educated, in his life Benjamin was an avid reader. The Wizard of Oz was much, much easier than what he'd accustomed himself to, veering more towards Eliot or Dickens (occasionally dabbling with the Romantics like Wordsworth or Blake when he was in a poetic kind of mood) than Baum so it was new literature to him which suit him just fine. Having nothing else to do over the course of the night he'd gotten halfway through as it was. One thing was certain, he'd never paid American literature of his time any attention, and he wished he would have. When she moved over to the computer from the window he sat perched at since the sun rose, and watched how she opened each of the programs so that he could mimic it later if need be. Thank you for pulling up a book for me to read! This is so much easier than attempting to move the books in the study. Baum deserves more credit than I gave him.