pettyrevenge:

Saw Stephen Fry live last week, and he told us this story: Just after the first Harry Potter book had been released, he was offered the role of narrating it for audiobooks. He hadn’t read it, and was simply told it was a children’s book, so figured it would be an easy afternoons work. When he met JK Rowling, she mentioned that she was writing a sequel. Stephen replied very condescendingly “good for you”.

A few years down the line, the books are selling well, and he is doing the recording for the Prisoner of Azkaban, when he runs into the phrase “Harry pocketed it”. Stephen could not say this line. It always came out as “Harry pocketeded it”, unless he said it ridiculously slowly. They tried time and time again to get it right, but to no avail. Eventually, he called up JK and asked if he could say “Harry put it in his pocket” instead. She thought for a moment then said “no”, and hung up.

The phrase “Harry pocketed it” appeared in the next four books.

As Senator Bernie Sanders returned to New Hampshire this morning after appearing in a Saturday Night Live skit, Hillary Clinton’s campaign was trying to cast him as a high-dollar fund-raiser of lobbyists and as an unethical exploiter of veterans, clergy, union workers and older people.

Hillary Clinton’s Campaign Seeks to Portray Bernie Sanders as a Deceptive Candidate - First Draft. Political News, Now. - The New York Times

This is straight out of the Karl Rove playbook: attack your opponent’s strengths, even if they are also your weaknesses, and even if you have to lie about it.

Hillary Clinton can’t win our Democratic primary on her record or her ideas, and she knows it. She’s desperate, and it’s going to get worse from her.

(via wilwheaton)

Nothing more beautiful than the voice
Of the beloved, calling our name.

In so many poems, we hear it.
In so many poems, we answer.
Gregory Orr, from Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved
(via lifeinpoetry)

little-jellyfishes:

when u smol and tiny but ready to fight

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Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?”

The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know,” Alice answered.

“Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?”

Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (via reminiscencee)