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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, September 7, 2005

I'm wearing bright green Mardi-Gras beads around my neck.



In the French Quarter, the trash-filled streets looked like an early morning scene on any day after a bout of reveling on Bourbon Street.

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


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