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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Saturday, November 20, 2004

It's my birthday too

Everybody does that right? Wakes up and plays "Birthday" on your birthday about five times just to make sure you remember to celebrate? It's my birthday--or it was a couple hours ago. I love birthdays. I think it's a day to quit smoking and to think about old things in the middle of things new.

"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"

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