Freedom Is Not A License For Chaos.

Oh Dear, All Those Words Again," Thought Milo As He Climbed Into The Wagon With Tock And The Cabinet Members. "how Are You Going To Make It Move? It Doesn't Have A--" "be Very Quiet," Advised The Duke, "for It Goes Without Saying.

We're Right Here On This Very Spot. Besides, Being Lost Is Never A Matter Of Not Knowing Where You Are; It's A Matter Of Not Knowing Where You Aren't - And I Don't Care At All About Where I'm Not.

Would It Be Possible For Me To See Something From Up There?" Asked Milo Politely. "you Could," Said Alec, "but Only If You Try Very Hard To Look At Things As An Adult Does." Milo Tried As Hard As He Could, And, As He Did, His Feet Floated Slowly Off The Ground Until He Was Standing In The Air Next To Alex Bings. He Looked Around Very Quickly And, An Instant Later, Crashed Back Down To The Earth Again. "interesting, Wasn't It?" Asked Alex. "yes, It Was," Agreed Milo, Rubbing His Head And Dusting Himself Off, "but I Think I'll Continue To See Things As A Child. It's Not So Far To Fall.

I Know One Thing For Certain; It Is Much Harder To Tell Whether You Are Lost Than Whether You Were Lost, For, On Many Occasions, Where You Are Going Is Exactly Where You Are. On The Other Hand, If You Often Find That Where You've Been Is Not At All Where You Should Have Gone, And, Since It's Much More Difficult To Find Your Way Back From Someplace You've Never Left, I Suggest You Go There Immediately And Then Decide.

He Paused Again As A Tear Of Longing Rolled From Cheek To Lip With The Sweet-salty Taste Of An Old Memory.