In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

Everyone is reading what they like and that's a good thing.

Voodoo is a very interesting religion for the whole family, even those members of it who are dead.

Occasionally he would very nearly swear.

It's vital to remember who you really are. It's very important. It isn't a good idea to rely on other people or things to do it for you, you see. They always get it wrong.

It was quite impossible to describe. Here is what it looked like. It looked like a piano sounds shortly after being dropped down a well. It tasted yellow, and it felt Paisley. It smelled like the total eclipse of the moon.

He thought about how it might be to be, say, a fox confronted with an angry sheep. A sheep moreover, that could afford to employ wolves.