Breads, breaks, and some hyenas

As the laity sits around the fire, wondering about its daily bread, two agents stalk the pack. The philosopher with her thinking glasses on, questioning bread and sustenance. The book, showing them ways, for their bread of the morrow. And amidst all the action lurk around, an unseen agent of change; the clergy. Agents indeed they claim; agents of change in fortunes, keepers of books and their margins.