I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up

Once Again, You Show All The Sensitivity Of A Blunt Axe.

I Don't Mean To Be Rude—" He Began, In A Tone That Threatened Rudeness In Every Syllable. "yet, Sadly, Accidental Rudeness Occurs Alarmingly Often," Dumbledore Finished The Sentence Gravely.

You Are Here To Learn The Subtle Science And Exact Art Of Potion-making. As There Is Little Foolish Wand-waving Here, Many Of You Will Hardly Believe This Is Magic. I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand The Beauty Of The Softly Simmering Cauldron With Its Shimmering Fumes, The Delicate Power Of Liquids That Creep Through Human Veins, Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses. . . I Can Teach You How To Bottle Fame, Brew Glory, Even Stopper Death — If You Aren't As Big A Bunch Of Dunderheads As I Usually Have To Teach.

Poverty Entails Fear And Stress And Sometimes Depression. It Meets A Thousand Petty Humiliations And Hardships. Climbing Out Of Poverty By Your Own Efforts That Is Something On Which To Pride Yourself But Poverty Itself Is Romanticized By Fools.

Why Was She Always So Craven, So Apologetic? He Had Always Seen Ruth As Separate, Good And Untainted. As A Child, His Parents Had Appeared To Him As Starkly Black And White, The One Bad And Frightening, The Other Good And Kind. Yet As He Had Grown Older, He Kept Coming Up Hard In His Mind Against Ruth's Willing Blindness, To Her Constant Apologia For His Father, To The Unshakeable Allegiance To Her False Idol.