"No one will ever know whether children are monsters or monsters are children."
Henry James,The Turn of the Screw.
"The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown"
"The trees in apple orchards 'With fruit are bending down."
Where are you going ? why do you fly?
The whole wide world---- my friend
--you're my friend.
-- Amy, make a wish. Wish real hard, and then blow out the candles, and your wish will come true.
--But wishes don't come true.
- - Certain wishes do.
"There is an old tale goes,
that Herne,the hunter,
Sometimes a keeper here in
Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter time,
at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak,
with great ragg'd horns;
And there
he blasts the trees,"
Ah, well, it's a bad generation --
forgetting all the beautiful words. I'll
tell you plainly -- there's a wild
huntsman who scours the forest with his
dogs and his men. He winds his horn and
the woods echo with it. Everywhere he
passes the animals are slaughtered and
lie dead beneath his trampling feet. If
he should catch up with anyone walking in
the wood, forever and forever they would
have to hunt with Herne, the Huntsman and
his wild rout. Hear his horn?
On the dark nights ? on the stormy nights
-- you can hear him. He passes like the
wind; The flapping and fluttering of his
great cloak beating like gaunt wings. The
thunder of his horse's hooves is loud,
loud and louder, beating hard, beating
strong on the frozen ground as he comes
riding, riding, riding.
...At the hour of midnight, down the road
that goes through Sleepy Hollow, across
the bridge, he goes galloping, galloping,
always searching, always seeking
If you stand on that bridge at the
wrong hour
the hour when he rides by,
his great cloak sweeps around you,
he swings you to his saddle bow,
and you have to ride forever
your eyes seeing for his blind eyes,
your ears listening for is ears
long deafened and dead,
and always his cold arms around you,
crushing you into the cavity of his bony chest.
Then forever you must ride and ride and
ride with the Headless Horseman.
