One Person Ought To Treat Another Person

I Feel Ill," [howl] Announced. "i'm Going To Bed, Where I May Die.

All These Things That Crib And Cab In Your Brain, In Your Imagination, Are In Fact Things That Might Well In Later Life Drive You Insane.

Controller Borasus Sighed With Relief. Libraries Were Not Places Of Danger. It Had To Be A Hoax.

Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sophie

If You Take Myth And Folklore, And These Things That Speak In Symbols, They Can Be Interpreted In So Many Ways That Although The Actual Image Is Clear Enough, The Interpretation Is Infinitely Blurred, A Sort Of Enormous Rainbow Of Every Possible Colour You Could Imagine.