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Tomorrow always comes early.

I shrieked, leaping backward, crashing into Proprietor Dando, the tray flying wide, dishes and flatware and stew and bread and ale sailing through the air to clatter and smash and slosh and phoomp and splash and shatter and tinkle and run and dribble hither and thither and yon.

Every one of them alone like me, inside the prison of his skull.

“Thinking can be very dangerous,” says the Warder coolly. “I don’t recommend it.”

“I’d rather eat worms!”

“Worms? Hah? Since when could we afford to eat worms?”

A married troll couple.

“My dad,” he squeaked. He got control again. “My dad,” he said, “said to me-” He fought for breath.

“Son,” said the horse, helpfully.

“What?”

“Son,” said the horse. “No father ever calls his boy ‘son’ unless he's about to impart wisdom. Well-known fact.”

“It's my reminiscence.”

“Sorry.”

“He said...Son...yes, okay...Son, when you can face down a troll in a single combat, then you can do anything.”

A strong man who exerts his strength only upon the weak eventually becomes weak himself.