![]() Beware the enchantments laid upon it, and the dreamlike web that it weaves. My point is this: beware the seductive power of this book. And whoever got it didn’t do the obvious thing and look at the return address on every single one of those Christmas cards, nooo…. The staff at my school, and even one of the students, were kind enough to call the Keihan lost & found a few times to see if anyone had turned it in, but with no luck. Long story short (too late), I never got the bag back. There were also about two dozen Christmas cards in there, along with other various and sundry things. This was no small problem, either – the bag had a lot of important stuff in it, not the least of which was my Palm Pilot with all my friends’ addresses on it. It wasn’t until I had to put the book down again to eat that I realized I no longer had my backpack. When the train got to my station, I stood up, still reading, and walked off. ![]() So, I was reading the book on the train, as I often do, and I had my backpack on the floor between my feet. ![]() A man who knew what was going on.”) and the title looked weird enough to be entertaining. ![]() I had heard about Chesterton, mainly from the dedication page of Pratchett and Gaiman’s Good Omens (“The authors would like to join the demon Crowley in dedicating this book to the memory of G.K. It was years and years ago, probably my first winter in Japan, and I’d picked up this book at Maruzen. ![]()
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