Jonathan sat up straight in his chair, stretching his arms over his head and grunting as he tried to correct his posture. He’d been bent over Grishom’s book for a couple hours now, diligently taking notes and only using his laptop for brief bouts of research on words and concepts he didn’t recognize.

It was about to be 5:30, and he was more than halfway finished with the book. His eyes were starting to feel the strain of the task, however, and now that he was slowing down ...