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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."

Wednesday, March 9, 2005

Rachel kicked ass

last night. Her paper for Senior Seminar Symposium was brilliant and she responded to questions with aplomb. Kid may decide to go to grad school after all.

And she's asked me to lead her post-bac.

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

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