No Book Ever Ends, When It's Full

Nobody Gets A Nervous Breakdown Or A Heart Attack From Selling Kerosene To Gentle Country Folk From The Back Of A Tanker In Somerset.

There Are Many Other Little Refinements Too, Mr. Bohlen. You'll See Them All When You Study The Plans Carefully. For Example, There's A Trick That Nearly Every Writer Uses, Of Inserting At Least One Long, Obscure Word Into Each Story. This Makes The Reader Think That The Man Is Very Wise And Clever. So I Have The Machine Do The Same Thing. There'll Be A Whole Stack Of Long Words Stored Away Just For This Purpose." Where?" In The 'word-memory' Section," He Said, Epexegetically.

He Turned And Reached Behind Him For The Chocolate Bar, Then He Turned Back Again And Handed It To Charlie. Charlie Grabbed It And Quickly Tore Off The Wrapper And Took An Enormous Bite. Then He Took Another…and Another…and Oh, The Joy Of Being Able To Cram Large Pieces Of Something Sweet And Solid Into One's Mouth! The Sheer Blissful Joy Of Being Able To Fill One's Mouth With Rich Solid Food! 'you Look Like You Wanted That One, Sonny,' The Shopkeeper Said Pleasantly. Charlie Nodded, His Mouth Bulging With Chocolate.

I Am Only 8 Years Old, I Told Myself. No Little Boy Of 8 Has Ever Murdered Anyone. It's Not Possible.

What A Fortunate Fellow I Am, I Kept Telling Myself. Nobody Has Ever Had Such A Lovely Time As This!