He needs to be corrected, if you don’t mind me saying so. He needs a good talking-to, and perhaps a bit more. My own girls, sir, didn’t care for the Overlook at first. One of them actually stole a pack of my matches and tried to burn it down. I corrected them. I corrected them most harshly. And when my wife tried to stop me from doing my duty, I corrected her.

It’s true; life really is generous to those who pursue their Personal Legend,

Easy as knitting kitten-britches, as Momo liked to say.

If he was going to be boiled for a lamb, then he might as well be roasted for a sheep.

Written By Terry Pratchett

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