Sometimes The Whole World Is Mud Luscious

A Predilection For Genre Fiction Is Symptomatic Of A Kind Of Arrested Development.

The Forest Stretched On Seemingly Forever With The Most Monotonous Predictability, Each Tree Just Like The Next - Trunk, Branches, Leaves; Trunk, Branches, Leaves. Of Course A Tree Would Have Taken A Different View Of The Matter. We All Tend To See The Way Others Are Alike And How We Differ, And It's Probably Just As Well We Do, Since That Prevents A Great Deal Of Confusion. But Perhaps We Should Remind Ourselves From Time To Time That Ours Is A Very Partial View, And That The World Is Full Of A Great Deal More Variety Than We Ever Manage To Take In.

All Children... Feel A Demonic Sympathy With Those Things That Cause Disorder In The Grown-up World.

But Before Any Of The Small Appliances Who May Be Listening To This Tale Should Begin To Think That They Might Do The Same Thing, Let Them Be Warned: Electricity Is Very Dangerous. Never Play With Old Batteries! Never Put Your Plug In A Strange Socket! And If You Are In Any Doubt About The Voltage Of The Current Where You Are Living, Ask A Major Appliance.

Laughter Is Just A Slowed Down Scream Of Terror.