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"It has been a long trip," said Milo, climbing onto the couch where the princesses sat; "but we would have been here much sooner if I hadn't made so many mistakes. I'm afraid it's all my fault."

"You must be the Princess of Pure Reason," said Milo. She answered simply, "Yes," and that was enough. "Then you are Sweet Rhyme," he said, with a smile to the other. Her eyes sparkled brightly and she answered with a laugh as friendly as the mailman's ring when you know there's a letter for you.

The castle gate swung open. They entered the great hall on a rug as soft as a snowdrift and they stood shyly waiting. "Come right in, please; we've been expecting you," sang out two sweet voices in unison. At the far end of the hall a silver curtain parted and two young women stepped forward.

The wind howled cruelly in an effort to tear them loose, and the fog dragged clammy fingers down their backs; but up the giddy flight they went, each one helping the others, until at last the clouds parted, the darkness fell away, and a glow of golden sunrays warmed their arrival.

"I'll steal your sense of purpose, take your sense of duty, destroy your sense of proportion—and, but for one thing, you'd be helpless yet." "What's that?" asked Milo fearfully. "As long as you have the sound of laughter," he groaned unhappily, "I cannot take your sense of humor.”

If you don’t share this, you will be sentenced to 6 million years in jail

Wishing a happy birthday to Officer Shrift today

"I warned you; I warned you I was the Senses Taker," sneered the Senses Taker. "I help people find what they're not looking for, hear what they're not listening for, run after what they're not chasing, and smell what isn't even there.”

Overdue Book Review: I just read “The Phantom Tollbooth,” the devilishly clever childhood classic by Prof. Juster, for the first time. As a pro writer/communication prof, I appreciated the wordplay + messages far more now than I could have as a child. bookshop.org/a/115667/978... #Books #BookSky

"Oh, this won't take a minute," the man assured them. "I'm the official Senses Taker, and I must have some information before I can take your senses. Now, if you'll just tell me when you were born, where you were born, why you were born, how old you are now, how old you were then, how old you'll be…

And out the demons came—from every cave and crevice, through every fissure and crack, from under the rocks and up from the mud, stomping and shuffling, slithering and sliding, through the murky shadows. And all had only one thought in mind: destroy the intruders and protect Ignorance.

"I'm afraid of everything. That's why I'm so ferocious. If the others found out, I'd just die. Now do be quiet while I eat my breakfast." He raised his hand toward his gaping mouth and the Humbug shut his eyes tightly and clasped both hands over his head.

Milo climbed onto the dog's shoulders. Then the bug crawled up both of them and, by standing on Milo's head, just managed to hook his cane on the root of an old gnarled tree. With loud complaints he hung on doggedly until the other two had climbed out over him and pulled him up.

Is it a terrible idea to keep a running list of things I had to explain to my younger child in the process of reading "The Phantom Tollbooth" because said child has no context for them? So far we have tollbooths, phonographs, winding watches and, to my surprise, parking meters.

"I'm the demon of insincerity," he sobbed. "I don't mean what I say, I don't mean what I do, and I don't mean what I am. Most people who believe what I tell them go the wrong way, and stay there, but you have spoiled everything." "It certainly pays to have a good look at things," observed Milo.

"If you only do the easy and useless jobs, you'll never have to worry about the important ones which are so difficult. You just won't have the time. For there's always something to do to keep you from what you really should be doing,”

when I try to log off

"Don't try to leave," he ordered, with a menacing sweep of his arm, "for there's so very much to do, and you still have over eight hundred years to go on the first job."

^ entry level jobs

"But it hardly seems worthwhile," said Milo softly. "WORTHWHILE!" the man roared indignantly. "All I meant was that perhaps it isn't too important," Milo repeated. "Of course it's not important," he snarled angrily. "I wouldn't have asked you to do it if I thought it was important."