You'd Better Hurry Up, They'll Be Waiting

It Was Not, After All, So Easy To Die.

So Why In The Name Of Merlin’s Saggy Left —” “don’t Talk To Your Mother Like That.

But I Got This Far, Didn’t I?” He Said Slowly. “they Thought I’d Die In The Attempt, But I’m Here . . . And You’re In My Power. . . . I’m The One With The Wand. . . . You’re At My Mercy. . .

Well, You Split Your Soul, You See, And Hide Part Of It In An Object Outside The Body. Then, Even If One’s Body Is Attacked Or Destroyed, One Cannot Die, For Part Of The Soul Remains Earthbound And Undamaged. But Of Course, Existence In Such A Form . . .

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.