I Think It Would Be

So Much As I Enjoy Big Novels Of Epic Sweep, I Often Find, Say, If They Follow Several Generations, By The Third Generation, I'm Not Caring About The People Anymore.

Writers Should Be Applauded For Their Ability To Make Things Up.

And As The Years Flowed By, Some Villagers Told Travelers Of A Beast And A Beauty Who Lived In The Castle And Could Be Seen Walking On The Battlements, And Others Told Of Two Beauties, And Others, Of Two Beasts.

Books Are The Air I Breathe, So I Don't Notice The Seasons.

When I Was A Little Kid I Thought Like A Little Kid, But Now I'm Five I Know Everything