Oh You Is A Bad Elf, Dobby!

There Are Always Loose Ends In Real Life.

Listeners, That Brings Us To The End Of Another Potterwatch. We Don’t Know When It Will Be Possible To Broadcast Again, But You Can Be Sure We Shall Be Back. Keep Twiddling Those Dials: The Next Password Will Be ‘mad-eye.’ Keep Each Other Safe. Keep Faith. Good Night.

Naturally Shirley Had Known, As They Slid Stock Words And Phrases Back And Forth Between Them Like Beads On An Abacus, That Howard Must Be As Brimful Of Ecstasy As She Was; But To Express These Feelings Out Loud, When The News Of Death Was Still Fresh In The Air, Would Have Been Tantamount To Dancing Naked And Shrieking Obscenities, And Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

I Believe In Hard Work And Luck, And That The First Often Leads To The Second

It’s So Difficult To Describe [depression] To Someone Who’s Never Been There, Because It’s Not Sadness. I Know Sadness. Sadness Is To Cry And To Feel. But It’s That Cold Absence Of Feeling — That Really Hollowed-out Feeling.