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You Mean You Live Down Here?' Matilda Asked. 'i Do', Miss Honey Replied, But She Said No More. Matilda Had Never Once Stopped To Think About Where Miss Honey Might Be Living. She Had Always Regarded Her Purely As A Teacher, A Person Who Turned Up Out Of Nowhere And Taught At School And Then Went Away Again.

All Through My School Life I Was Appalled By The Fact That Masters And Senior Boys Were Allowed Quite Literally To Wound Other Boys, And Sometimes Very Severely.

A Life Is Made Up Of A Great Number Of Small Incidents, And A Small Number Of Great Ones.

Do You Like Vegetables?" Sophie Asked, Hoping To Steer The Conversation Towards A Slightly Less Dangerous Kind Of Food. "you Is Trying To Change The Subject," The Giant Said Sternly. "we Is Having An Interesting Babblement About The Taste Of The Human Bean. The Human Bean Is Not A Vegetable.

A Person Who Has Good Thoughts Cannot Ever Be Ugly. You Can Have A Wonky Nose And A Crooked Mouth And A Double Chin And Stick-out Teeth, But If You Have Good Thoughts They Will Shine Out Of Your Face Like Sunbeams And You Will Always Look Lovely.