“At this point, one of the elevators went ‘ping!’ so I whipped Carol across my lap, making it look as if I had her in a full embrace. The doors opened … and the elevator was packed …. Nobody got out, nobody got in. As the doors closed, they collectively leaned toward the center so they could get a better view. Carol and I simply cracked up.
Suddenly another elevator went ‘ping’; I quickly dipped Carol over my knee again. The doors opened and a lone woman stepped out, glanced at us both, and then hurried on down the hall. By now, we were both weeping with laughter. Carol slid off my knee and crawled behind the sofa to hide.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked.
She couldn’t even reply, she was laughing so hard. With a touch of panic, I noticed that the lady who had just passed us had turned around and was now coming back. Leaning over the sofa, she inquired, ‘Excuse me, are you Carol Burnett?’
In a strangled voice Carol said, ‘Yes,” Then raising a hand above the sofa to point at me, she added, ‘And this is my friend, Mary Poppins!”
“So basically,” Calvin said, “this is My Fair Lady in a walk-up on West Twenty-Second Street with no music and no Julie Andrews.”
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“In my head, Julie Andrew sings and spins on an Austrian mountainside.”
“In eastern Oregon and Washington, where grazing reigns supreme, an estimated 90 percent of the sage biome is gone.”
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“صاحب نشانی و هویت شدن یعنی: مرگِ اسبِ سفیدِ وحشی”
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“Good morning,” he said very politely. “Do you speak too?”
“No,” said the lion.
“Ah-ha,” said the Prince. “It’s you. You’re being a lion again.”
Source: Dark Castle, White Horse
“What’s that?” he asked the horse-lion.
“I don’t know,” said the horse-lion.
“At one time you seemed to know everything,” remarked the Prince tartly.
“At one time I did, but we’re all entitled to forget, I suppose. Besides,” it added, not unkindly, “I only seemed to know everything because you knew nothing at all.”
Source: Dark Castle, White Horse
“They passed a huge, dim, pale shape. which was the square moon without its night-light on, and several crystal castles floated by apricot clouds. The Prince was so delighted that they had somehow given his horse a pair of fiery wings so that it too could flap through the air like the others.”
Source: Dark Castle, White Horse
“It must be a spell, or perhaps a blow on the head-that thing when you forget everything-amsneezia, is it?”
“Amnesia,” said the horse.
“Then you can talk!” cried the Prince delightedly.
“Of course I can’t,” said the horse. “Whoever heard of a horse talking?”
“Oh,” said the Prince. They hurried on, and the track was much steeper now, and the mountains loomed close.
Presently, the Prince thought of something. “But you just did.”
“No,” said the horse.
“But you did talk-there, you did it again.”
“You imagined it,” said the horse.”
Source: Dark Castle, White Horse
“Draw a Bezzlegram,” said the horse.
“You spoke!”
“I didn’t,” said the horse.
“What’s a Bezzlegram?”
“It’s a circle with a seven-pointed star in it and drawings of safe signs in between the points. It keeps Bezzles out.”
“What are Bezzles? And I can’t! And does it matter?”
“Yes,” said the horse. “The things you see all around you are Bezzles. They’re demons of the Waste and they’ll attack any minute unless you’re inside a Bezzlegram.”
Source: Dark Castle, White Horse