The Hurrier I Go, The Behinder I

...those Serpents! There's No Pleasing Them!

Burning With Curiosity

‎you're Not The Same As You Were Before," He Said. You Were Much More... Muchier... You've Lost Your Muchness.

And My Heart Is Like Nothing So Much As A Bowl Brimming Over With Quivering Curds!

I Maintain That Any Writer Of A Book Is Fully Authorised In Attaching Any Meaning He Likes To A Word Or Phrase He Intends To Use. If I Find An Author Saying, At The Beginning Of His Book, "let It Be Understood That By The Word 'black' I Shall Always Mean 'white,' And By The Word 'white' I Shall Always Mean 'black,'" I Meekly Accept His Ruling, However Injudicious I Think It.