Ch. 1: 

In 1834, an English Herbologist named Alfred Rowling found himself all alone in his shop except for a bogart in a closet. He called it his closet of misfortune. He never open the closet of misfortune, for it was always his deathly fear of grasshoppers that overcame him, not only this but it was also his most shameful fear. The poor man had not a Sickle to spend and hadn't made a discovery in 13 years.