Nothing That's Really Worthwhile Should

I'm Truly Amazed At You, Garion," Polgara Said. "i Didn't Think You Had The Faintest Idea Of How To Speak A Civilized Language." "thank You," He Said, "i Think.

The Notion That Any One Person Can Describe 'what Really Happened' Is An Absurdity. If Ten - Or A Hundred - People Witness An Event, There Will Be Ten - Or A Hundred - Different Versions Of What Took Place. What We See And How We Interpret It Depends Entirely Upon Our Individual Past Experience.

We're Living In Momentous Times, Garion. The Events Of A Thousand Years And More Have All Focused On These Very Days. The World, I'm Told, Is Like That. Centuries Pass When Nothing Happens, And Then In A Few Short Years Events Of Such Tremendous Importance Take Place That The World Is Never The Same Again." I Think That If I Had My Choice, I'd Prefer One Of Those Quiet Centuries," Garion Said Glumly. Oh, No," Silk Said, His Lips Drawing Back In A Ferretlike Grin. "now's The Time To Be Alive - To See It All Happen, To Be A Part Of It. That Makes The Blood Race, And Each Breath Is An Adventure.

When You Get Down To The Bottom Of It, Only About Half Of What We Remember Really Happened. We Tend To Modify Things To Make Ourselves Look Better In Our Own Eyes And In The Eyes Of Others. Then, If What We Did Wasn't Really Very Admirable, We Tend To Forget That It Ever Happened. A Normal Human Being's Grasp On Reality Is Very Tenuous At Best. Our Imaginary Lives Are Usually Much Nicer.

Wise Are You, Indeed... To Know What Is Not Possible.