C.S. Lewis Quotes
And So To My Fool's Bed. What Was That? No, No, Not A Girl Crying In The Garden. No One, Cold, Hungry, And Banished, Was Shivering There, Longing And Not Daring To Come In. It Was The Chains Swinging At The Well. It Would Be Folly To Get Up And Go Out And Call Again: Psyche, Psyche, My Only Love. I Am A Great Queen. I Have Killed A Man. I Am Drunk Like A Man. All Warriors Drink Deep After The Battle. Bardia's Lips On My Hand Were Like The Touch Of Lightning. All Great Princes Have Mistresses And Lovers. There's The Crying Again. No, It's Only The Buckets At The Well. "Shut The Window, Poobi. To Your Bed, Child. Do You Love Me, Poobi? Kiss Me Good Night. Good Night." The King's Dead. He'll Never Pull My Hair Again. A Straight Thrust And Then A Cut In The Leg. That Would Have Killed Him. I Am The Queen; I'll Kill Orual Too.
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