But I Don't Read Or Listen For

Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker Series Also Shows The Potential Of Lighter Fantastic Fiction. I Read The First, And Listened To A Tape Of A Later One, And It's Fun.

She Looked Around. "oh, I've Just Got To Hug Somebody! You!" And She Hugged Puck, The Little Ghost Horse. "and You." She Hugged Pook, And Peek, And Even The Nose Of The Moat Monster. "but Not You," She Decided, Encountering The Zombie.

I Think It's A Shame That Something As Creative And Vital To The Nature Of The Human Species As Story-telling Is Largely Controlled By The Soulless Cretins Known As Publishers.

Dor Woke Again As Dawn Came. The Sun Had Somehow Gotten Around To The East, Where The Land Was, And Dried Off So That It Could Shine Again.

One Thing You Who Had Secure Or Happy Childhoods Should Understand About Those Of Us Who Did Not. We Who Control Our Feelings, Who Avoid Conflicts At All Costs, Or Seem To Seek Them. Who Are Hypersensitive, Self-critical, Compulsive, Workaholic, And Above All Survivors. We Are Not That Way From Perversity, And We Cannot Just Relax And Let It Go. We’ve Learned To Cope In Ways You Never Had To.