But The Idea Of The Dark Lord

I've Never Managed To Keep A Journal Longer Than Two Weeks.

Parry Otter, The Chosen Boy Who - Well - Something Of That Sort.

She Kept Asking Herself Whether, If He Had Looked Cleaner, She Might Have Been More Concerned; Whether, On Some Subliminal Level, She Had Confused His Obvious Signs Of Neglect With Street-smartness, Toughness And Resilience.

The Only Reason To Delay At This Point Was Because The Immediate Prospect Was So Deeply Uninviting.

I Took A Wrong Turn On The Way To The Bathroom And Found Myself In A Beautifully Proportioned Room I Had Never Seen Before, Containing A Really Rather Magnificent Collection Of Chamberpots. When I Went Back To Investigate More Closely, I Discovered That The Room Had Vanished. But I Must Keep An Eye Out For It. Possibly It Is Only Accessible At Five Thirty In The Morning. Or It May Only Appear At The Quarter Moon - Or When The Seeker Has An Exceptionally Full Bladder.