Futility Is The Defining Characteristic Of Life.

One Word More, A Final Caution: Do Not Forget Whom To Fear At The Last. I Have Had To Be Content With Killing And Torment; But Now My Plans Are Laid, And I Have Begun. I Shall Not Rest Until I Have Eradicated Hope From The Earth. Think On That, And Be Dismayed!

The Story Of Terisa And Geraden Began Very Much Like A Fable. She Was A Princess In A High Tower. He Was A Hero Come To Rescue Her. She Was The Only Daughter Of Wealth And Power. He Was The Seventh Son Of The Lord Of The Seventh Care. She Was Beautiful From The Auburn Hair That Crowned Her Head To The Tips Of Her White Toes. He Was Handsome And Courageous. She Was Held Prisoner By Enchantment. He Was A Fearless Breaker Of Enchantments. As In All The Fables, They Were Made For Each Other.

Whatever The Explanation, It's Perfectly Obvious That Our Educational System Has Nothing To Do With Education: It's A Babysitting Service Designed To Replicate The Worst Qualities Of The Parents.

Part Of Him Wanted To Weep... But His Purpose Was Rigid Within Him. He Felt He Could Not Bend To Gentleness Without Breaking.

"are You A Storyteller, Thomas Covenant?" Absently He Replied, "i Was, Once." "and You Gave It Up? Ah, That Is As Sad A Tale In Three Words As Any You Might Have Told Me. But A Life Without A Tale Is Like A Sea Without Salt. How Do You Live?" "i Live." "another?" Foamfollower Returned. "in Two Words, A Story Sadder Than The First. Say No More - With One Word You Will Make Me Weep."