The Dullest Man In The World Is

...i Made Some More Threats. I've Got This Big Knife Back Here." He Poked His Thumb Over His Shoulder. "it Attracts A Lot Of Attention Sometimes.

...if There's A Noise In The Woods, And There's Nobody Around To Hear It, Is It Really A Noise?" "of Course It Is," She Replied Calmly. "how Did You Reach That Conclusion?" Beldin Demanded. "because There's No Such Thing As An Empty Place, Uncle. There Are Always Creatures Around --wild Animals, Mice, Insects, Birds --and They Can All Hear." "but What If There Weren't? What If The Woods Are Truly Empty?" "why Waste Your Time Talking About An Impossibility?

We're Living In Momentous Times, Garion. The Events Of A Thousand Years And More Have All Focused On These Very Days. The World, I'm Told, Is Like That. Centuries Pass When Nothing Happens, And Then In A Few Short Years Events Of Such Tremendous Importance Take Place That The World Is Never The Same Again." I Think That If I Had My Choice, I'd Prefer One Of Those Quiet Centuries," Garion Said Glumly. Oh, No," Silk Said, His Lips Drawing Back In A Ferretlike Grin. "now's The Time To Be Alive - To See It All Happen, To Be A Part Of It. That Makes The Blood Race, And Each Breath Is An Adventure.

I'm Hungry, Garion, And I Don't Think Well When I'm Hungry." "that Might Explain A Lot," Beldin Noted Blandly. "we Should Have Fed You More Often When You Were Younger."

My Lord, I Find Thy Face Apelike And Thy Form Misshapen. Thy Beard, Moreover, Is An Offense Against Decency, Resembling More Closely The Scabrous Fir Which Doth Decorate The Hinder Portion Of A Mongrel Dog Than A Proper Adornement For A Human Face. Is It Possible That Thy Mother, Seized By Some Wild Lechery, Did Dally At Some Time Past With A Randy Goat? -mandorallen