My Bag Was As Light

‎''just Think, Never To Be Glad Or Disappointed. Never To Like Anyone And Get Cross At Him And Forgive Him. Never To Sleep Or Feel Cold, Never To Make A Mistake And Have A Stomach-ache And Be Cured From It, Never To Have A Birthday Party, Drink Beer, And Have A Bad Conscience... How Terrible.

Now Everything Was Changed. She Walked About With Cautious, Anxious Steps, Staring Constantly At The Ground, On The Lookout For Things That Crept And Crawled. Bushes Were Dangerous, And So Were Sea Grass And Rain Water. There Were Little Animals Everywhere. They Could Turn Up Between The Covers Of A Book, Flattened And Dead, For The Fact Is That Creeping Animals, Tattered Animals, And Dead Animals Are With Us All Our Lives, From Beginning To End. Grandmother Tried To Discuss This With Her, To No Avail. Irrational Terror Is So Hard To Deal With.

Quite, Quite,' She Thought With A Little Sigh. 'it's Always Like This In Their Adventures. To Save And Be Saved. I Wish Somebody Would Write A Story Sometime About The People Who Warm Up The Heroes Afterward.

...by And By A Change Came: I Started To Muse About The Shape Of My Nose. I Put My Trivial Surroundings Aside And Mused More And More About Myself, And I Found This To Be A Bewitching Occupation. I Stopped Asking And Longed Instead To Speak Of My Thoughts And Feelings. Alas, There Was No One Besides Myself Who Found Me Interesting.

A Theatre Is The Most Important Sort Of House In The World, Because That's Where People Are Shown What They Could Be If They Wanted, And What They'd Like To Be If They Dared To And What They Really Are