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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."

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

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Today I must pack, get Romulus to boarding school, think about my reading and a little class to lead. I'm off to Dartmouth tomorrow. Getting on a plane. I'll be back Sunday night. If I can check in, I might. Otherwise, wish me happy flights and I'll see you when I get back.


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