Wise Are You, Indeed... To

The First Thing The Boy Garion Remembered Was The Kitchen At Faldor's Farm. For All The Rest Of His Life He Had A Special Warm Feeling For Kitchens And Those Peculiar Sounds And Smells That Seemed Somehow To Combine Into A Bustling Seriousness That Had To Do With Love And Food And Comfort And Security And, Above All, Home. No Matter How High Garion Rose In Life, He Never Forgot That All His Memories Began In That Kitchen.

One Of The Less Attractive Aspects Of Human Nature Is Our Tendency To Hate The People We Haven't Treated Very Well; It's Much Easier Than Accepting Guilt. If We Can Convince Ourselves That The People We Betrayed Or Enslaved Were Subhuman Monsters In The First Place, Then Our Guilt Isn't Nearly So Black As We Secretly Know That It Is. Humans Are Very, Very Good At Shifting Blame And Avoiding Guilt.

If The General Opinion Is Pessimistic, Fantasy Is Going To Hold Its Own.

Behold Vo Mimbre," Mandorallen Proclaimed With Pride, "queen Of Cities. Upon That Rock The Tide Of Angarak Crashed And Recoiled And Crashed Again. Upon This Field Met They Their Ruin. The Soul And Pride Of Arendia Doth Reside Within That Fortress And The Power Of The Dark One May Not Prevail Against It." "we've Been Here Before, Mendorallen," Mister Wolf Said Sourly.

I've Fallen Back On This Periodically, Although I Must Say That Getting Out Of The Grocery Business Ranked Right Up There With Getting Out Of The Army As One Of The Happier Experiences Of My Life.