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Nobles And Peasants Marry Early. Businessmen Tend To Wait.

I've Fallen Back On This Periodically, Although I Must Say That Getting Out Of The Grocery Business Ranked Right Up There With Getting Out Of The Army As One Of The Happier Experiences Of My Life.

Zakath's Face Grew Thoughtful. "you Know Something, Garion?" He Said. "man Thinks He Owns The World, But We Share It With All Sorts Of Creatures Who Are Indifferent To Our Overlordship. They Have Their Own Societies, And I Supposed Even Their Own Cultures. They Don't Even Pay Attention To Us, Do You?" "only When We Inconvenience Them...it Teaches Us Humility," Garion Agreed.

Durnik Needs A Tower Somewhere In The Vale," Belgarath Was Saying. "i Don't See Why, Father," Polgara Replied. "all Of Aldur's Disciples Have Towers, Pol. It's The Custom." "old Customs Persist --even When There's No Longer Any Need For Them." "he's Going To Need To Study, Pol. How Can He Possibly Study With You Underfoot All The Time?" She Gave Him A Long, Chilly Stare. "maybe I Should Rephrase That.

Any Time There's Something So Ridiculously Dangerous That No Rational Human Being Would Try It, They Send For Me.' --garion