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 Today, I feel like a five year old. Can't stop spinning. Or at least it's been more spinning that usual. And, oh yeah, Roald Dahl has basically been my go to guy today, kind of like the hipster that constantly quotes Vonnegut...something like that. Only instead of my noting that the drunkard has made it to the party just in time for coffee, I thought about chocolate factories and Agatha Trunchbull and cleaning tall windows with a giraffe and a pelican and picking up pencils with your eyes and hiding a rat in a candy jar and square candies that look round and human beans and the most fantastic idea that "It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you." So children's books are a tad irrational. "A little nonsense now and then is cherished by the wisest of men." I don't know. "And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." |
