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There Is Very Seldom Any True Secret.

This Is The Mythosphere. It's Made Up Of All The Stories, Theories And Beliefs, Legends, Myths And Hopes, That Are Generated Here On Earth. As You Can See, It's Constantly Growing And Moving As People Invent New Tales To Tell Or Find New Things To Believe. The Older Strands Move Out To Become These Spirals, Where Things Tend To Become Quite Crude And Dangerous. They've Hardened Off, You See.

Writing For Adults, You Have To Keep Reminding Them Of What Is Going On. The Poor Things Have Given Up Using Their Brains When They Read. Children You Only Need To Tell Things To Once.

Sophie Said A Bad Word. In The Dim Light She Had Stubbed Her Toe On One Of The Many Dusty Bricks Piled Around The Place. Naughty-naughty" Twinkle Said. Oh Shut Up!" Sophie Said , Standing On One Leg To Hold Her Toe. "why Don't You Grow Up?

You've Probably All Had Those Kinds Of Dreams That Are Like Usual Life, Except That A Lot Of Things Are Not The Same, And You Seem To Know The Future In Them. Well, This Is Because These Other Worlds Where Two Things Can Happen Spread Out From Our World Like Rainbows, And Sort Of Flow Into One Another-