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Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!

Mr. Mcgregor's A Nasty Piece Of Work, Isn't He? Quite The Darth Vader Of Children's Literature.

Individual Words, Sounds, Squiggles On Paper With No Meanings Other Than Those With Which Our Imagination Can Clothe Them.

People Who Read My Books Have An Open Mind When It Comes To New, Bizarre, Interesting And Exciting Ideas.

...the Landscape Inside Lord Of The Rings Was So Stunning And So Stupendous That It Could Be Absorbed As A Form Of Nourishment.