...don't Spoil My Learning Process!

It Does Seem That A Fantasy, Working Out In Its Own Terms, Stretching You Beyond The Normal Concerns Of Your Own Life, Gains You A Peculiar Charge Of Energy Which Inexplicably Enriches You. At Least, This Is My Ideal Of A Fantasy, And I Am Always Trying To Write It.

After That, All The While Millie Was Eating The Pudding... We Both Tore Christopher's Character To Shreds. It Was Wonderful Fun.... He Drove Everyone Mad In Chrestomanci Castle By Insisting On Silk Shirts And Exactly The Right Kind Of Pajamas. 'and He Could Get Them Right Anyway By Magic,' Millie Told Me, 'if He Wasn't Too Lazy To Learn How.... But The Thing That Really Annoys Me Is The Way He Never Bothers To Learn A Person's Name. If A Person Isn't Important To Him, He Always Forgets Their Name.' When Millie Said This, I Realized That Christopher Had Never Once Forgotten My Name.

Can't You Treat Yourself With A Bit More Consideration?' 'why Should I?' Mordion Said, Hugging The Duvet Round Himself. 'because You're A Person, Of Course!' Ann Snapped At Him. 'one Person Ought To Treat Another Person Properly Even If The Person's Himself!

Can't You Just Keep Your Big Mouth Shut?" Brian Said Furiously To Nan. He Pointed To Chrestomanci. "how Do We Know He's Safe? For All We Know, He Could Be The Devil That You Summoned Up!" "oh, You Flatter Me, Brian," Chrestomanci Said.

It's Amazing The Way One Can Take A Step Ten And A Half Miles Long And Still Always Land In A Cowpat.