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Destiny Is A Name Often Given In Retrospect To Choices That Had Dramatic Consequences.

Oh, These People's Minds Work In Strange Ways, Petunia, They're Not Like You And Me," Said Uncle Vernon, Trying To Knock In A Nail With The Piece Of Fruitcake Aunt Petunia Had Just Brought Him.

The Sky Was A Cold Iron-grey, Like The Underside Of A Shield. A Sharp Breeze Lifted The Hems Of Skirts And Rattled The Leaves On The Immature Trees; A Spiteful, Chill Wind That Sought Out Your Weakest Places, The Nape Of Your Neck And Your Knees, And Which Denied You The Comfort Of Dreaming, Of Retreating A Little From Reality.

Everythin' Seems Ter Happen Ter You, Doesn' It?

Books Are Like Mirrors: If A Fool Looks In, You Cannot Expect A Genius To Look Out.