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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."

Friday, October 13, 2006

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Jasper and Karl both in Chicago, three and a half hours away. The miracle that they both got as far as O'Hare and somehow found each other. Am I prepared to improvise? To cancel if necessary? No. --Then get on it.


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

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