The Widow Robinson may have a white coin to buy a book with, and think you're the grand author entirely and you pleasing her.

But Lord God, who gave you the stories, know you for a louse.
"I call to your mind the stories of great English writer--the plays of the Prince of Denmark, and the poor blind king on the cliff, and the Scottish chieftain and his terrible wife.

The Widow Robinson will not like those stories, and she will be keeping her white coin...

But those stories will endure forever...
"I will now tell you of Marco Polo, and him leaving China...".