And Sin, Young Man, Is

- Don’t Worry, It Won’t Be Forever. - Good. - It May Seem Like Forever.

You Are Very Clever," Said The Old Man Shyly. "i Would Like To Eat Your Brains, One Day.

He Looked Up At Them, A Scruffy Napoleon With His Laces Trailing, Exiled To A Rose-trellised Elba.

That's What's So Stupid About The Whole Magic Thing, You Know. You Spend Twenty Years Learning The Spell That Makes Nude Virgins Appear In Your Bedroom, And Then You're So Poisoned By Quicksilver Fumes And Half-blind From Reading Old Grimoires That You Can't Remember What Happens Next.

It Is At This Point That Normal Language Gives Up, And Goes And Has A Drink.