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It seems as if those of high ability cannot resist some extra, dangerous stroke of cleverness, which results in a fatal flaw and begins a slow decline to evil.
“I feel ill,” he announced. “I’m going to bed, where I may die.”
Howl’s voice was presently heard shouting weakly, “Help me, someone! I’m dying from neglect up here!”
“I’m dying of boredom,” Howl said pathetically. “Or maybe just dying.”
Howl said, “I think we ought to live happily ever after,” and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more eventful than any story made it sound, though she was determined to try. “It should be hair-raising,” added Howl. “And you’ll exploit me,” Sophie said. “And then you’ll cut up all my suits to teach me,” said Howl.
