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Once You Have Courage To Look Upon Evil, Seeing It For What It Is And Naming It By Its True Name, It Is Powerless Against You, And You Can Destroy It.

I Can't Make Sense Out Of That Girl," He Said To The Bard, "can You?" "never Mind," Fflewddur Said, "we Aren't Really Expected To.

All That Writers Can Do Is Keep Trying To Say What Is Deepest In Their Hearts.

No, No," Said Taran Slowly, "it Would Be Folly To Think Of Attacking Them." He Smiled Quickly At Fflewddur. "the Bards Would Sing Of Us," He Admitted, "but We'd Be In No Position To Appreciate It.

If Life Is A Loom, The Pattern You Weave Is Not So Easily Unraveled.