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How could Paolo think the queen and her ilk were my people? I had no more relation to them than a pigeon does to a flock of swans - or a vortex of vultures, which the castle's denizens better resembled in both attire and attitude.
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As for the queen, I had no more interest in her company than in plunging my face into a nest of hornets.
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My downfall, inevitably, was triggered by food.
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I mulled on the tower-bound princess whose lover employed her hair as rope. My own curly locks - one of my better features, I will admit, better being a relative term - hung just past my shoulders, and barely draped over the windowsill.
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No matter how I prayed, no fairy godmother appeared. No elf or leprechaun or world-weary wizard materialised to provide the secret weapon against my foe. I remained alone in a mouse-infested cell, empty but for a pallet and the nightdress into which I now had to struggle.
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I could not help but notice that in this regard the book, inanimate though it was, cared more for my welfare than any human in the castle.
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Finally I halted, my cloak soiled with grease and jam. Why was it that jam always coated me so?
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The day of the ball was spent preparing me much as one prepares a goose for Christmas, with the same ultimate effect.
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I trust you are enjoying your stay in our castle?" I asked at last. "Would that I were, Your Highness. But I am afraid my sleep last night was quite troubled. This morning I identified the source of my bruises" - here he reached into a pocket of his waistcoat - "as a pea that had been tucked beneath my mattress."
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Night soil oozed onto my cloak, and I wondered why all my adventures involved foul odour. Why could I not for once frolic in a meadow of flowers, or escape in a hamper of fresh laundry? No, I must endure night soil and prison cells and unwashed soldiers...
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Does this smack of magic to you? Because allow me to inform you, my handsome young prince, that this be not enchantment - it be work!" With that I hurled my slipper at him, not caring if I caused his decapitation. (I did not.) Marshalling what little dignity I yet possessed, I stomped down the corridor - challenging indeed with one shoe - and around the corner."
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With time, when I was very old and in my twenties, I might find a man to love, not one forced upon me...
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A croaking frog would be nice, particularly a frog that retained Florian's dark eyes. I should keep it in a box and poke it occasionally with a stick; that would be satisfying indeed.
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trying to make something sound innocent always backfires--I know that just from being a kid
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Love is the hardest thing in the world.
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You watch pro ball and those guys spend so much time with their hands on each other's rear ends, you'd think they were feeling for diamonds or something.
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football
funny
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The situation collapsed completely at dinner one September evening. Perhaps it was the full moon that drove me to madness, or the gnawing, relentless emptiness of my heart. Whatever the trigger, the powder had been well packed, and my explosion, though shocking, was not altogether unexpected.
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Catherine Gilbert Murdock |
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Better I would have been at pulling parsnips out of my nose than charming any man, even if I so desired it, even if I quadrupled my studies in her unique curriculum.
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Catherine Gilbert Murdock |
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Reasonableness is the byproduct of a scientific mind.
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It is important to eat Oreos the right way.
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Today exists between yesterday and tomorrow.
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That which is priceless has no cost.
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The key to hell picks all locks
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