Get Up, You Useless Lump, Get Up!

According To Nietzche," Said A Sharp New Voice, Making Them All Jump, "philosophy Is The Biography Of The Philosopher.

I Think Mum's Got A Second Cousin Who's An Accountant, But We Never Talk About Him.

You Don't Have Sex Near Unicorns. It's An Ironclad Rule. It's Tacky.

Death's Got An Invisibility Cloak?" Harry Interrupted Again. "so He Can Sneak Up On People," Said Ron. "sometimes He Gets Bored Of Running At Them, Flapping His Arms And Shrieking.

Well?" Ron Said Finally, Looking Up At Harry. "how Was It?" Harry Considered It For A Moment. "wet," He Said Truthfully. Ron Made A Noise That Might Have Indicated Jubilation Or Disgust, It Was Hard To Tell. "because She Was Crying," Harry Continued Heavily. "oh," Said Ron, His Smile Faded Slightly. "are You That Bad At Kissing?" "dunno," Said Harry, Who Hadn't Considered This, And Immediately Felt Rather Worried. "maybe I Am.