But I Discovered That People Like Me

It Does Not Seem To Me That I Have The Right To Foist A Story On People, Most Of Whom Are Children Who Should Be Learning All The Time, Unless I Am Learning From It Too.

If You Take Myth And Folklore, And These Things That Speak In Symbols, They Can Be Interpreted In So Many Ways That Although The Actual Image Is Clear Enough, The Interpretation Is Infinitely Blurred, A Sort Of Enormous Rainbow Of Every Possible Colour You Could Imagine.

A Library Is A Place Full Of Mouth-watering Food For Thought.

After That, All The While Millie Was Eating The Pudding... We Both Tore Christopher's Character To Shreds. It Was Wonderful Fun.... He Drove Everyone Mad In Chrestomanci Castle By Insisting On Silk Shirts And Exactly The Right Kind Of Pajamas. 'and He Could Get Them Right Anyway By Magic,' Millie Told Me, 'if He Wasn't Too Lazy To Learn How.... But The Thing That Really Annoys Me Is The Way He Never Bothers To Learn A Person's Name. If A Person Isn't Important To Him, He Always Forgets Their Name.' When Millie Said This, I Realized That Christopher Had Never Once Forgotten My Name.

Mr. Stock Came Out Of The Competition Tent Carrying His Zeppelin Marrow On One Shoulder And Demanding To Know What Was Going On. When He Saw The Hordes Advancing On Aidan, He Charged Off That Way, Whirling The Great Vegetable. The Puck, Who Was Rushing Behind The Horde, Yelling At Them To Grab Aidan And Kill Rolf, Was Mr. Stock's First Victim. The Marrow Caught Him Thock! On The Side Of The Head. It Laid The Puck Out Cold On The Grass, But The Mighty Vegetable Remained Intact, Mottled And Glossy