Oh, He Knows How To Play, Little

I Loathe People Who Say, 'i Always Read The Ending Of The Book First.' That Really Irritates Me, It's Like Someone Coming To Dinner, Just Opening The Fridge And Eating Pudding, While You're Standing There Still Working On The Starter. It's Not On.

The Castle Grounds Were Gleaming In The Sunlight As Though Freshly Painted; The Cloudless Sky Smiled At Itself In The Smoothly Sparkling Lake, The Satin-green Lawns Rippled Occasionally In A Gentle Breeze: June Had Arrived.

Harry, Just Go Down To The Lake Tomorrow, Right, Stick Your Head In, Yell At The Merpeople To Give Back Whatever They’ve Nicked, And See If They Chuck It Out. Best You Can Do, Mate.

Poverty Entails Fear And Stress And Sometimes Depression. It Meets A Thousand Petty Humiliations And Hardships. Climbing Out Of Poverty By Your Own Efforts That Is Something On Which To Pride Yourself But Poverty Itself Is Romanticized By Fools.

Why Don't You Confer With Mr. Finnigan? As I Recall, He Has A Particular Proclivity For Pyrotechnics.