I Suggest We Depict Penguins As Callous

Books" - Snell Smiled - "are A Kind Of Magic.

How Fishy On The Fishiness Scale? Ten Is A Stickleback And One Is A Whale Shark." "a Whale Isn't A Fish, Thursday." "a Whale Shark Is--sort Of." "all Right, It's As Fishy As A Crayfish." "a Crayfish Isn't A Fish." "a Starfish, Then." "still Not A Fish." "this Is A Very Odd Conversation, Thursday.

I Was On Hpd--heathcliff Protection Duty--in Wuthering Heights For Two Years, And Believe Me, The Procaths Tried Everything. I Personally Saved Him From Assassination Eight Times.

To Espresso Or To Latte, That Is The Question...whether 'tis Tastier On The Palate To Choose White Mocha Over Plain...or To Take A Cup To Go. Or A Mug To Stay, Or Extra Cream, Or Have Nothing, And By Opposing The Endless Choice, End One's Heartache.

She Wasn't The Only One To Be Physically Morphed By Reader Expectation. Miss Havisham Was Now Elderly Whether She Liked It Or Not, And Sherlock Holmes Wore A Deerstalker And Smoked A Ridiculously Large Pipe. The Problem Wasn't Just Confined To The Classics. Harry Potter Was Seriously Pissed Off That He'd Have To Spend The Rest Of Life Looking Like Daniel Radcliffe.