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A Tree, a Snake, a Bull, an Ear of Corn.

The distance between the ideal and the actual must not be so great as to demoralize, nor so small as to trivialize.

they had changed into objects like flesh-coloured cabbages, obscene and distilling a dense almost indecent scent.

“I want to tell you one thing,” he said.

She wore a metal foil dress and cape with a red and black stripe on the sleeve, the emblem of the A-Class.

they had wings like eagles, were nimble-footed as gazelles.

Now that you understand the intricacies of reality testing.

when the new potatoes are dug all the family must taste them, otherwise “the spirits in them take offence...."

The reduction of the past to dry facts yields the salt of wisdom.

In the evening I was shown a piece of embroidery with fish-like sea-monsters in it.