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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, November 2, 2006

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Norwich Inn, which is in Norwich, Vermont, which is just across the river from Hanover, New Hampshire, which is where I'm heading now in the banana yellow sporty thing they rented to me yesterday at the airport. Moonroof, fin, black leather interior. I feel like a wasp in it. And a little out of place. I'm a '91 Honda Accord all the other days. Rusty and dusty. Which is just fine.

I'm in dire need of tea.


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

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