I'm Going Up To My Room Now,

I've Got A Hangover." "no, You Hit Your Head On The Floor." "i Can't Stay. I've Got To Rescue That Fool Sophie.

Can't You Treat Yourself With A Bit More Consideration?' 'why Should I?' Mordion Said, Hugging The Duvet Round Himself. 'because You're A Person, Of Course!' Ann Snapped At Him. 'one Person Ought To Treat Another Person Properly Even If The Person's Himself!

You've Probably All Had Those Kinds Of Dreams That Are Like Usual Life, Except That A Lot Of Things Are Not The Same, And You Seem To Know The Future In Them. Well, This Is Because These Other Worlds Where Two Things Can Happen Spread Out From Our World Like Rainbows, And Sort Of Flow Into One Another-

It Does Seem That A Fantasy, Working Out In Its Own Terms, Stretching You Beyond The Normal Concerns Of Your Own Life, Gains You A Peculiar Charge Of Energy Which Inexplicably Enriches You. At Least, This Is My Ideal Of A Fantasy, And I Am Always Trying To Write It.

What Makes You A Real Girl Or Boy Is That No One Laughs At You. If You Are Imitation Or Unreal, The Rules Give You A Right To Exist Provided You Do What The Real Ones Or Brutes Say. What Makes You Into Me Or Charles Morgan Is That The Rules Allow All The Girls To Be Better Than Me And All The Boys Better Than Charles Morgan.