“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
“Martin could not conceal his disappointment. 'Goodness me, a stick. How helpful. We could take this place single-pawed with a stick. What a useful thing to send us.'” -- Brian Jacques,