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It's The Nature Of Man To Ask Questions. --belgarath

The Real World Out There Isn't Nearly As Nice As Some People Prefer It To Be, So Don't Swallow Everything Your High-born Teachers Tell You Without Takinga Long Hard Look At It Yourselves.

The Dullest Man In The World Is Charming Beyond Belief When He's Pouring Gold Coins From One Hand To The Other.

What Happened To Your Foot?" "i Had A Little Disagreement With An Eagle --stupid Birds, Eagles. He Couldn't Tell The Difference Between A Hawk And A Pigeon. I Had To Educate Him. He Bit Me While I Was Tearing Out A Sizable Number Of His Wing Feathers." "uncle," Polgara Said Reproachfully. "he Started It.

Belgarath And Garion Effortlessly Hurdled Over The Driftwood And Loped Off Into The Fog. "it's Going To Be A Wet Day," Garion Noted Soundlessly As He Ran Alongside The Great Silver Wolf. "your Fur Won't Melt." "i Know, But My Paws Get Cold When They're Wet." "i'll Have Durnik Make You Some Little Booties." "that Would Be Absolutely Ridiculous, Grandfather," Garion Said Indignantly.