Chapter 1670 Teasing The Children

• “Of course not. I know plenty. Let me recite one for you!” Joel puffed up his little chest, cleared his throat, and began to sway his head back and forth like those characters on TV. “Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres? What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around? The tiniest green hummingbird in the world? To stare at some inexplicable old stonework, inexplicable and impenetrable, at any view, instantly seen and always, always delightful? Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too? And have we room for one more folded sunset, still quite warm?”
• He recited a difficult poem in one breath, still brimming with enthusiasm and vigor, showing no signs of wanting to stop.
• Caxton pleaded, raising his hands in surrender. “Buddy, you've won. I admit defeat. Let's stop. If we continue, it will be dark soon, and we won't be able to enjoy the lake.”