Closer and closer and closer. They're coming. They're here. Many many. Soon it'll be over. It's already happened. Where are they? Are they here yet? I wanna go home. I am home.

I miss my daddy.

McCormat and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed ( Read more... )

The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
The ones that go in are lean and thin
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout
Your eyes fall in and your teeth fall out
Your brains come tumbling down your snout

It still makes me giggle.

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Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
The storm is up and all is on the hazard!

I had a dream of darkness and blue hands. I heard words spoken again...

He was part of my dream, of course-but then I was part of his dream, too.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Esprit de rivalité et de mésintelligence qui préserva plus d'une fois l'armée anglaise d'une défaite.

Daddy's making me go with him and Papa to dinner. Uncle Mal told him I can't be here for when they sell the jewels. I don't wanna go. He's out there. I don't know where...but...he's so close. I keep telling Daddy I don't wanna go, but he doesn't have a choice. Maybe...maybe the hound won't see Fiver.

Again...all I remember are words...

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