Billy Madison has read The Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows numerous times, each for a different cause, but each sprouting the same effect: Knowledge. At the end of the day, every word in the solemn book is just another artery to be carried with her to the grave. To the belief of those in enough despair to read it, it is agreed that none of the spell-like definitions should ever be spoken out loud. They're too specific. Too real. But in the beautifully freakish eyes of a brand new, underdone girl with sultry black pages of story unfolding out in front of her is a gorgeous, terrifyingly exciting lack of that knowledge. The words will be spoken. And they will be loved.