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As A Child, My Mother Told Me Lots Of Fairy Stories, Many Her Own Invention. She, Too, Tended To Reverse The Norm.

The So-called Real World. Human Misery And Sadness. Blind Politics And General Cruelty.

I Hate The Way, Once You Start To Know Someone, Care About Them, Their Behavior Can Distress You, Even When It's Unreasonable And Not Your Fault, Even If You Were Really Trying To Be Careful, Tactful.

Ecstasy And Vulnerability Belonged In The Same Dish. The Fear The Cup Would Be Snatched Away Was What Gave The Wine Its Savor.

The Humble Were The Elect Of God. Did Not The Priests Teach So, In Their Gemmed, Kingly Robes, From Their Towering Pulpits?