Well Read

I WONDER if there is someone in a parallel universe who, caught in some endless cycle of repetition, borrows Albert Camus' The Myth of Sisyphus from his local library, takes it home, reads it and returns it the following week? Not to mention borrows it again, takes it home, re-reads it and returns it the following week; borrows it again, takes it home, re-re-reads it and returns it the following week; borrows it again, takes it home, re-re-re-reads it and returns it the following week; borrows it again, takes it home, re-re-re-re-reads it and returns it the following week, etc. etc. ad infinitum.