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Straight out of the Addams Family home library? The inscription to this book on superstition hopes to "form a smile upon your face(s)." Can't you picture Morticia knitting a two-headed winter cap for the recipient? Also, the inscription desires that the recipient will "stay imbedded in the mirror(s) of your mind(s)." That's surely a curse for the reader to be trapped in an inner hall of mirrors! (Psychological halls of mirrors are even more difficult to be rescued from than the halls of mirros that wizards use to traverse long distances quickly. Contrary to popular belief, wizards' halls of mirrors are not used to ensnare their rivals.) The inscription ends, "When you cry, I taste salt." That part we agree with: may your enemies' weeping season your every meal.
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"Do this when you feel jumpy." From Photoplay, 1932.
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We belatedly discovered an artist's statement for our haunted grandfather clock in which the clock face has been pulled to the back of the cabinet:
"To make any real sense of our place in the cosmos and, more importantly still, to change that place, we must be open to genuine transcendence and the abolition of time through its conversion into space" (Jeffrey J. Kripal, footnote to Philip K. Dick's Exegesis).
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The closest we've so far come to finding the hidden gold in our hair was that time we met a real-life pirate. From Photoplay, 1932.
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From The Varsity, Oct. 22, 1975.
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Yes, Google Maps blurred the face of this giant mascot, because giant mascots are entitled to privacy, too.
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Is it just me, or does this dedication page, in a book about an orphan, seem to gloat over the fact that the author is not herself an orphan? From The House of the Red Fox by Miriam Byrne, 1907.
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We encountered a charming wizard's song in "What If a Witch?" by Elaine McQueen (Ethos, 1964).
I came from there
and now I'm here
and tomorrow I'll be
I don't know where ...
I'm a flunk at ghosts
I can't make toasts
and instead of boiling
my cauldron roasts ...
My name is ___,
a wizard by whim.
I spin magic marvels
when daytime grows dim ...
But you're all so friendly
I'll try to be good
and put all my magic
away in the wood.
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