A Human Doing Work is Spellbinding Dullness.

THIS is what the humans call the Graduate School? The school of cheapskate T.O.C.E. going to the library to check out a book she's already read--already owned, in fact, less than a month ago, but sold to pay for the drive out here-- to go check out said book, only to find all the regular copies out, so she has to get the book in large print, which screws up all of said book's trademark late-Nineties/early 'Oh-sies,' irony-is-the-new-Drakkar-Noir formatting, and allows her to hold said book far in front of her lap, so I can lie in between said book and said T.O.C.E., getting lots of attention in the forms of scratches and snuggling...and creating a clear sight line for me to read it as well, in the process?

Mama like.

A full report on said book in the near future, but first, a textual question for my readers--

Who is this human called "Mister T?"