You cautiously enter Parasol's domain; the opinionated pony has a very nice den lined with wooden bookcases, all of which are filled with manuscripts and books. A few comfortable armchairs and pallets lying around for guests.
"This is my place," Parasol says, waving a hoof around. "The books and things on the walls are either my works or the works of guest lecturers. Don't be afraid to disagree with what they say, but don't get into a snit because you disagree either. The world would be a boring place if we all thought the same way."
As Parasol trots out to fetch some sandwiches and milk, you begin glancing through the titles on the bookshelf. After some hesitation, you the pick the one labelled . . .
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