“It seems to me,' said the other, 'That you are simply seeking a pretext to insult the Marquis.'By George!' said Syme facing round and looking at him, 'What a clever chap you are!”

“When you do what you want, not what you wish...' said the first raven.'When you no longer seek your reflection in others' eyes...' said the second.'When you see yourselves face to face...' said the third.'Then,' the ravens intoned in unison, 'you will have found what you truly seek.”

“Sunday is a fixed star," he said."You shall see him a falling star," said Syme, and put on his hat.The decision of his gesture drew the Professor vaguely to his feet."Have you any idea," he asked, with a sort of benevolent bewilderment, "exactly where you are going?""Yes," replied Syme shortly, "I am going to prevent this bomb being thrown in Paris.""Have you any conception how?" inquired the other."No," said Syme with equal decision.”

“You don't expect me," he said, "to revolutionize society on this lawn?"Syme looked straight into his eyes and smiled sweetly."No, I don't," he said; "but I suppose that if you were serious about your anarchism, that is exactly what you would do.”

“My first question is- do you have a name?"A name? Yes.""Ah!" said the wolf. It wrote several extensive notes. "And what is that name?" "George.""I see," said the wolf. "And how long have you been George?""How long? As in, how long have I been alive?" "oh, were you here in some way before you were alive?" asked the wolf, interested."I...don't really know," said George. " I don't think so." "So you don't know if you were here? Or if you were here before your George-time? Is it possible for you to be here, bu not know it?""My what time? no, I mean, I was born, and then they just named me George." "So you are not George," said the wolf. George is just a name. A word. A propulsion of air modified by the flexing of throat parts." "Well, I am George, but...yes. Yes, and...no." "Is it possible that you became George at a later time, having been originally named that thing?" asked the wolf. " What if the naming had been different, would you still be George?" "I...yes?" "Really?" breathed the wolf in awe. "This is all so confusing." Yet he seemed very pleased with George's answers. " I don't know how you all do it. It seems so marvelously complex to simply...be.”

“He has hazel eyes " Nachari remarked in astonishment. He looked over at Jocelyn with approval. "Yeah well " Marquis grumbled "we can toughen him up make up for that one little...feminine mishap." Nachari feigned insult. "My eyes are green as well Marquis." Marquis shrugged. "Yeah...and you became a wizard.”