It's The Nature Of Man To Ask

Durnik Needs A Tower Somewhere In The Vale," Belgarath Was Saying. "i Don't See Why, Father," Polgara Replied. "all Of Aldur's Disciples Have Towers, Pol. It's The Custom." "old Customs Persist --even When There's No Longer Any Need For Them." "he's Going To Need To Study, Pol. How Can He Possibly Study With You Underfoot All The Time?" She Gave Him A Long, Chilly Stare. "maybe I Should Rephrase That.

But There's A World Beyond What We Can See And Touch, And That World Lives By Its Own Laws. What May Be Impossible In This Very Ordinary World Is Very Possible There, And Sometimes The Boundaries Between The Two Worlds Disappear, And Then Who Can Say What Is Possible And Impossible?

Contemporary Fantasists All Bow Politely To Lord Tennyson And Papa Tolkien, Then Step Around Them To Go Back To The Original Texts For Inspiration--and There Are A Lot Of Those Texts. We Have King Arthur And His Gang In English; We've Got Siegfried And Brunhild In German; Charlemagne And Roland In French; El Cid In Spanish; Sigurd The Volsung In Icelandic; And Assorted 'myghtiest Knights On Lyfe' In A Half-dozen Other Cultures. Without Shame, We Pillage Medieval Romance For All We're Worth.

Impatience Is A Poor Substitute For A Well-considered Plan.

Once You've Decided That Something's Absolutely True, You've Closed Your Mind On It, And A Closed Mind Doesn't Go Anywhere. Question Everything. That's What Education's All About.