You Can Always Find Something You Want.

Philosophy Wasn't About Facts, It Was About Ideas. My First Essay Title Was Something Like: 'how Can You Know What Other People Are Thinking?' I Thought, 'wow, What An Amazing Thing.' I Really Thought Deeply For The First Time.

I Adore All Agatha Christie's Books And Turn To Them Whenever I'm Ill Or Need Cheering Up.

Okay. Now My Skin Is Really Prickling. I've Read All The Harry Potter Books, All Five Of Them. I Don't Remember Any Half-blood Prince. "what's This?" Trying To Sound Casual, I Point At The Ad, "what's Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince?" "that's The Latest Book," Garth The Other Trainee, Says. "it Came Out Ages Ago." I Can't Help Gasping. "there's A Sixth Harry Potter?" "there's A Seventh Out Soon!" Diana Steps Forward Eagerly. "and Guess What Happens At The End Of Book Six-" "shh!" Exclaims Nicole, The Other Nurse. "don't Tell Her!

You Panicked". Venetia's Voice Is Suddenly Throbbing, As Though She Can't Control A Long-buried Anger. "you Panicked, Luke, And We Lost The Best Relationship That We Had. Everyone Was Jealous Of Us At Cambridge, Everyone. We Were Perfect Together." We Weren't Perfect!" He Looks At Her Incredulously. "and I Didn't Panic---" You Did! You Couldn't Cope With The Commitment! It Frightened You!" It Did Not Frighten Me!" Luke Shouts, Exasperated. "it Made Me Realize You Weren't The Person I Wanted To Have Children With. Or Spend The Rest Of My Life With. Ever. And That's Why I Ended It!

Oh, Please. If She's Going To Use Mr. Darcy To Prop Up Her Arguments, I Give Up.