“And as the Baudelaires told Hector their long story, they began to feel as if the handyman was carrying more than their suitcases. They felt as if he was carrying each word they said, as if each unfortunate event was a burden that Hector was helping them with. The story of their lives was so miserable that I cannot say they felt happy when they were through telling it, but by the time Sunny concluded the whole long story, the Baudelaires felt as if they were carrying much less.”
“Poor Ulf. He’s always getting picked on or beaten up. And then there’s Percy. He wins every fight. It’s his shoes, Percy tells Ulf. For the right price, say for Ulf’s fancy go-cart, Percy just might sell his worn out tennis shoes to Ulf.”
“LEONTES
My brother,
Are you so fond of your young prince as we
Do seem to be of ours?
POLIXENES
If at home, sir,
He’s all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,”