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I Hope That Even If You Remember Not A Single Word Of Mine, You Remember Those Of Seneca, Another Of Those Old Romans I Met When I Fled Down The Classics Corridor, In Retreat From Career Ladders, In Search Of Ancient Wisdom: As Is A Tale, So Is Life: Not How Long It Is, But How Good It Is, Is What Matters.

So Dobby Stopped Us From Getting On The Train And Broke Your Arm. . . ." He Shook His Head. "you Know What, Harry? If He Doesn't Stop Trying To Save Your Life He's Going To Kill You.

The Castle Grounds Were Gleaming In The Sunlight As Though Freshly Painted; The Cloudless Sky Smiled At Itself In The Smoothly Sparkling Lake, The Satin-green Lawns Rippled Occasionally In A Gentle Breeze: June Had Arrived.

From This Point Forth, We Shall Be Leaving The Firm Foundation Of Fact And Journeying Together Through The Murky Marshes Of Memory Into Thickets Of Wildest Guesswork.

I Can Write Anywhere. I Made Up The Names Of The Characters On A Sick Bag While I Was On An Airplane. I Told This To A Group Of Kids And A Boy Said, "ah, No, That's Disgusting." And I Said, "well, I Hadn't Used The Sick Bag."