On And On They Flew, Over The

As The Sun Fell Below The Horizon, Sir Luckless Emerged From The Waters With The Glory Of His Triumph Upon Him, And Flung Himself In His Rusted Armor At The Feet Of Amata, Who Was The Kindest And Most Beautiful Woman He Had Ever Beheld. Flushed With Success, He Begged For Her Hand And Her Heart, And Amata, No Less Delighted, Realized That She Had Found A Man Worthy Of Them.

Harry!" Said Fred, Elbowing Percy Out Of The Way And Bowing Deeply. "simply Splendid To See You, Old Boy-" "marvelous," Said George, Pushing Fred Aside And Seizing Harry's Hand In Turn. "absolutely Spiffing." Percy Scowled. "that's Enough, Now," Said Mrs. Weasley. "mum!" Said Fred As Though He'd Only Just Spotted Her And Seizing Her Hand Too. "how Really Corking To See You-

And It's Gryfindor In Possession Again, As Johnson Takes The Quaffle - Flint Alongside Her - Poke Him In The Eye, Angelina - It Was A Joke, Professor, It Was A Joke.

Of All The Subjects On This Planet, I Think My Parents Would Have Been Hard Put To Name One Less Useful Than Greek Mythology To Securing The Keys To An Executive Bathroom.

I Think That Perhaps If I Had Had To Slow Down The Ideas So That I Could Capture Them On Paper I Might Have Stifled Some Of Them.