Gone! ...And you and I quite crestfallen.
Gone! ...And you and I quite crestfallen.
Gone! And you and I quite crestfallen. It's always like that, you can't keep him; it's not as if he were a tame lion.
He liked books if they were books of information and had pictures of grain elevators or of fat foreign children doing exercises in model schools.
In your world, I have another name. You should know me by it.
Most of us know what we should expect to find in a dragon's lair, but, as I said before, Eustace had read only the wrong books. They had a lot to say about exports and imports and governments and drains, but they were weak on dragons.
Most of us, I suppose, have a secret country but for most of us it is only an imaginary country. Edmund and Lucy were luckier than other people in that respect.
My own plans are made. While I can, I sail east in the Dawn Treader. When she fails me, I paddle east in my coracle. When she sinks, I shall swim east with my four paws. And when I can swim no longer, if I have not reached Aslan's country, or shot over the edge of the world into some vast cataract, I shall sink with my nose to the sunrise.
No interviews without appointments except between nine and ten PM on the second Saturdays.
The Calormens have dark faces and long beards. They wear flowing robes and orange-colored turbans, and they are a wise, wealthy, courteous, cruel and ancient people. They bowed most politely to Caspian and paid him long compliments all about the fountains of prosperity irrigating the gardens of prudence and virtue --and things like that-- but of course what they wanted was the money they had paid.
The mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind legs off a donkey.
A powerful dragon crying its eyes out under the moon in a deserted valley is a sight and a sound hardly to be imagined.
The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart.
Ah, you've come over the water. Powerful wet stuff, ain't it?
Though no one would want to be sold as a slave, it is perhaps even more galling to be a sort of utility slave whom no one will buy.
And that's why, gentleman, if your little girl doesn't come up to scratch, it will be our painful duty to cut all your throats. Merely in a way of business, as you might say, and no offense, I hope.
And there we all were, as invisible as you could wish to see.
But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be; only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder.
For his mind was full of forlorn hopes, death-or-glory charges, and last stands.
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