Gone out. Backson. Busy backson.

You can't stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.

We'll be friends until forever, just you wait and see

Then would you read a Sustaining Book, such as would help and comfort a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness.

It is impossible to win gracefully at chess. No man has yet said "Mate!" in a voice which failed to sound to his opponent bitter, boastful and malicious.

Halfway down the stairs, is a stair, where I sit. There isn't any, other stair, quite like, it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair, where, I always, stop. Halfway up the stairs, isn't up, and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts, run round my head: It isn't really anywhere! It's somewhere else instead!

It's so much more friendly with two.