Life Is Hard . . . But

What I Do Say Is That I Can Write Verse, And That The Writing Of Verse In Strict Form Is The Best Possible Training For Writing Good Prose

Half A Dozen Brats Turned With Expressions Of Derision, And Lyra Threw Her Cigarette Down, Recognizing The Cue For A Fight. Everyone's Daemon Instantly Became Warlike: Each Child Was Accompanied By Fangs, Or Claws, Or Bristling Fur, And Pantalaimon, Contemptuous Of The Limited Imaginations Of These Gyptian Daemons, Became A Dragon The Size Of A Deer Hound.

The Sight Filled The Northern Sky; The Immensity Of It Was Scarcely Conceivable. As If From Heaven Itself, Great Curtains Of Delicate Light Hung And Trembled. Pale Green And Rose-pink, And As Transparent As The Most Fragile Fabric, And At The Bottom Edge A Profound Fiery Crimson Like The Fires Of Hell, They Swung And Shimmered Loosely With More Grace Than The Most Skillful Dancer.

I Look At The State Of The American Politics And I Scratch My Head In Wonder. How Can The Republican Party, Any Party, Have Fallen Into To Such A State Of Self-destructiveness - Self-destructive Stupidity? How Is It Possible? I Don't Know. It's An Absolute Mystery To Me.

I Wanted The Chance To Look Again At Very Famous Stories And See What Made Them Work Well, Whether There Were Any Ways In Which They Could Be Improved. Because The Great Thing About Fairy Tales And Folk Tales Is That There Is No Authentic Text.