Say Yes, Babe, Or I'll

You Are Attempting To Be Logical, I Suspect, And Logic Has Little To Do With Government, And Nothing At All To Do With Military Administration.

One Keeps Searching For Ease, She Did Not Say, And Not Finding It, Till The Memories Of No-pain Seem Only Like Daydreams.

But The Uproar This Caused Was Nothing Compared With The Uproar When Katronia Noticed [rosie] Had Also Cut Her Eyelashes. Various Negotiations (including, Finally, Such Desperate Measures As "supposing You Ever Want To Eat Again") Eventually Produced The Grudging Promise That, In Return For Katronia Keeping Her Hair Cut Short, She Would Leave Her Eyelashes Alone.

At Least I Was True. My Intellectual Abilities Gave Me A Release, And An Excuse. I Shunned Company Because I Preferred Books; And The Dreams I Confided To My Father Were Of Becoming A Scholar In Good Earnest, And Going To University. It Was Unheard-of Several Shocked Governesses Were Only Too Quick To Tell Me, When I Spoke A Little Too Boldly -- But My Father Nodded And Smiled And Said, 'we'll See.' Since I Believed My Father Could Do Anything -- Except Of Course Make Me Pretty -- I Worked And Studied With Passionate Dedication, Lived In Hope, And Avoided Society And Mirrors.

Cats Were Often Familiars To Workers Of Magic Because To Anyone Used To Wrestling With Self-willed, Wayward, Devious Magic--which Was What All Magic Was--it Was Rather Soothing To Have All The Same Qualities Wrapped Up In A Small, Furry, Generally Attractive Bundle That...might, If It Were In A Good Mood, Sit On Your Knee And Purr. Magic Never Sat On Anybody's Knee And Purred.