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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."

Thursday, August 18, 2005

chicken industry

besides the white chickens:

"I am somewhat reluctant to divulge the secrets of the way I taught poetry, however, since you are a good friend and I trust you, I shall divulge.

On the first day of the unit, I began by bringing a live chicken into the classroom. I instructed my students to write a few lines on the beauty of the chicken, dumb loud fowl although it was. Then I slit its throat."


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

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