I'd know what he was capable of. Over and over, he'd shown me. And over and over, I believed there would be no more tricks. No more secrets.
I had trusted him. I had even trusted him after he betrayed me. I was too open for my own good. I still gave that man my heart even after he destroyed it.
‘The reason there’s no use looking,’ said Mr Beaver, ‘is that we know already where he’s gone!’ Everyone stared in amazement. ‘Don’t you understand?’ said Mr Beaver. ‘He’s gone to her, to the White Witch. He has betrayed us all.‘
You see all the ways people lie to you, but none of the ways they care.
A lot of you cared, just not enough.
Anyone can betray anyone.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword
Some sort of a kind of A THING-A-MA-JIGGER!
Oh, the sea is so full of a number of fish, if a fellow is patient, he might get his wish!
There's nothing that's bigger than whales, so they say.
From the world's deepest ocean, from way down below, from down in the mud where the deep-divers go, from down in the mire and the muck and the murk, I might catch some fish who are all going, 'GLURK!'
That's not impossible ... really, now is it?