“Can you imagine anything more tragic?” Rose asked. “To be born a princess–native and to the manor born–and then to forget who you are and settle for being something horrible like an–an accountant!”
“…If you’d take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can’t say. But it might.” — Sunday(?), G. K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday
“Willy was a rather unusual snake, for he was fond of reading. Snakes don't usually care much about books, probably because they haven't any hands to hold them with. But Mr. Tweedle had a sort of reading stand on his desk, and if he propped a book up on it, Willy could turn the leaves with his nose.” -- Walter R. Brooks,