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Vote for me, you say? Curse you, Rikae, you little maggot, and even you, ever-clever-Mac-seer! If you think I'm so old that it's safe to flout me, you're mistaken. Come here, and I'll squeeze your eyes out, like I did to old Radbug.
Ah, the wise ones! Gifteds, eh? All the days here, they don't tell us all they know, do they? Not by half. But they can make mistakes, even the Top Ones can.
Something nearly slipped! Nearly, says you? I'll tell you what: if by some miracle there are four of them Howlers and two dirty lover-rebels, you're screwed, hear you?
That'd be the last from me. The Black Pits take every filthy rebel who voted for me! Now you must lynch the right one tomorrow, or I swear I'll rise from the grave and eat you. The village must get through to victory, or we'll all be for the Black Pits.
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"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories
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