You study that tome for all the library's open hours for a couple weeks. You never go back. You end up laughing your ass off and sitting on the sidewalk. You stay like that till they take you to a mental home. You are pumped full of drugs you enjoy vary much. You grin and cackle insidious laughter the rest of your life. You actually win the game this way. The game of life is won by all those joy points you gain eagerly waiting the return of those fine noble old ones. You win.
