Aha!" Interrupted Officer Shrift, Making Another Note

I Don't Know Of Any Wrong Road To Dictionopolis, So If This Road Goes To Dictionopolis At All It Must Be The Right Road, And If It Doesn't It Must Be The Right Road To Somewhere Else, Because There Are No Wrong Roads To Anywhere. Do You Think It Will Rain?

But Why Do Only Unimportant Things?" Asked Milo, Who Suddenly Remembered How Much Time He Spent Each Day Doing Them. "think Of All The Trouble It Saves," The Man Explained, And His Face Looked As If He'd Be Grinning An Evil Grin--if He Could Grin At All. "if You Only Do The Easy And Useless Jobs, You'll Never Have To Worry About The Important Ones Which Are So Difficult. You Just Won't Have The Time. For There's Always Something To Do To Keep You From What You Really Should Be Doing, And If It Weren't For That Dreadful Magic Staff, You'd Never Know How Much Time You Were Wasting.

Is Everyone Who Lives In Ignorance Like You?" Asked Milo. "much Worse," He Said Longingly. "but I Don't Live Here. I'm From A Place Very Far Away Called Context.

No One Paid Any Attention To How Things Looked, And As They Moved Faster And Faster Everything Grew Uglier And Dirtier, And As Everything Grew Uglier And Dirtier They Moved Faster And Faster, And At Last A Very Strange Thing Began To Happen. Because Nobody Cared, The City Slowly Began To Disappear. Day By Day The Buildings Grew Fainter And Fainter, And The Streets Faded Away, Until At Last It Was Entirely Invisible. There Was Nothing To See At All.

What You Can Do Is Often Simply A Matter Of What You Will Do.