I Am Not Paying For Some Crackpot

Harry, Just Go Down To The Lake Tomorrow, Right, Stick Your Head In, Yell At The Merpeople To Give Back Whatever They’ve Nicked, And See If They Chuck It Out. Best You Can Do, Mate.

Fear Of A Name Increases Fear Of The Thing Itself.

From This Point Forth, We Shall Be Leaving The Firm Foundation Of Fact And Journeying Together Through The Murky Marshes Of Memory Into Thickets Of Wildest Guesswork.

He Could Tell At Once That They Carried Different Sorts Of Bubble Bath Mixed With The Water Though It Wasn't Bubble Bath As Harry Had Ever Experienced. One Tap Gushed Pink And Blue Bubbles The Size Of Footballs; Another Poured Ice-white Foam So Thick That Harry Thought It Would Have Supported His Weight If He'd Cared To Test It; A Third Sent Heavily Perfumed Purple Clouds Hovering Over The Surface Of The Water. Harry Amused Himself For A While Turning The Taps On And Off, Particularly Enjoying The Effect Of One Whose Jet Bounced Off The Surface Of The Water In Large Arcs.

It Is Our Choices... That Show What We Truly Are, Far More Than Our Abilities.