Inspiration in desperation.
Let her see me clearly.
Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us." "Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle.
You and I won't lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I'm unstoppable.
He thinks things through too much.
Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination