For Wayfarers Still Journeying, For Wanderers At

Neither Refuse To Give Help When It Is Needed,... Nor Refuse To Accept It When It Is Offered.

A Crown Is A Pitiless Master, Harsher Than The Staff Of A Pig-keeper; While A Staff Bears Up, A Crown Weighs Down, Beyond The Strength Of Any Man To Wear It Lightly.

Go Back' Taran Shouted At The Top Of His Voice.'have You Lost Your Wits?' Eilonwy, For It Was She, Half-halted. She Had Tucked Her Plaited Hair Under A Leather Helmet. The Princess Of Llyr Smiled Cheerfully At Him. 'i Understand You're Upset,' She Shouted Back, 'but That's No Cause To Be Rude.' She Galloped On. For A Time, Taran Could Not Believe He Had Really Seen Her.

Miss Vesper Holly Has The Digestive Talents Of A Goat And The Mind Of A Chess Master. She Is Familiar With Half A Dozen Languages And Can Swear Fluently In All Of Them. She Understands The Use Of A Slide Rule But Prefers Doing Calculations In Her Head. She Does Not Hesitate To Risk Life And Limb- Mine As Well As Her Own. No Doubt She Has Other Qualities As Yet Undiscovered. I Hope Not.

The Muse In Charge Of Fantasy Wears Good, Sensible Shoes. No Foam-born Aphrodite, She Vaguely Resembles My Old Piano Teacher, Who Was Keen On Metronomes.