. . . to my surprise I began to know what The Language was about, not just the part we were singing now but the whole poem. It began with the praise and joy in...
—Monica Furlong
People are like a pack of dogs sometimes. All right one by one, but together… together they do awful things they don’t mean to do.
Wise Child: Why don’t you beat me then?Juniper: I can’t be bothered.
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