The puzzle is what kind of moth eats words. The bookworm, a grub that chews through old pages, swallows a whole poem and is no cleverer for it.
A moth ate words. That seemed a strange thing to me when I heard of it: that a worm, a thief in the darkness, swallowed a man’s song, his glorious speech and its strong foundation. The thieving guest was not one bit the wiser for the words he swallowed. What is it?
Give me a hintThe hint
It eats learning without learning anything.