"Hrrm." Lucien hrrms, picking up the Heraclytes. He munches his prized fried pickles happily. "I always liked Heraclytes. There's a later collection where I was asked to write a foreword, actually. This one's far too old to have it. [i]A man's character is his fate.[/i] That one always stays with me. Or, uh, what was it?" He pretends he's trying to remember the quote that has been burning in his mind the second he saw this book lying open in this puddle of damp paper and crumbling ink. "[i]A man can never step into the same river twice, for it is never the same river, and he is never the same man[/i]."

He shakes his head. "I don't think you'll be able to keep the knowledge you want, because the 'you' that comes out will no longer want it. And I know [i]you [/i]know this. So why are you really doing this? What are you really doing, here?" 

Lucien wades through the pile, trying to find something of real value. Something disguised as fiction, maybe. The most powerful truths always hide behind a mask... and sometimes, greasepaint, he supposes.

[5, 5, +2 = 12 on Sense to look through the books for something particularly valuable.
There isn't a really good like, move for this, but I wanted to reflect just how random the Book Pit had to be]