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Damocles Dock,
Fickle Ferry,
Lake Lachrymose
Mr. Poe was kindhearted, but it is not enough in this world to be kindhearted, particularly if you are responsible for keeping children out of danger.
I never turn on the radiator, because I am frightened that it might explode,
the welcome mat—which, Aunt Josephine explained, could cause someone to trip and break their neck—to the sofa in the living room, which she said could fall over at any time and crush them flat.
When you open this door, just push on the wood here. Never use the doorknob. I’m always afraid that it will shatter into a million pieces and that one of them will hit my eye.”
“Normally, of course,” Aunt Josephine said, “‘soup’s on’ is an idiomatic expression that has nothing to do with soup. It simply means that dinner is ready.
“I never cook anything hot because I’m afraid of turning the stove on. It might burst into flames.
He was my best friend, my partner in grammar, and the only person I knew who could whistle with crackers in his mouth.”
I grew up on its shores. I used to swim in it every day. I knew which beaches were sandy and which were rocky. I knew all the islands in the middle of its waters and all the caves alongside its shore. Lake Lachrymose felt like a friend to me.
“The Lachrymose Leeches,” Aunt Josephine said, “are quite different from regular leeches. They each have six rows of very sharp teeth, and one very sharp nose—they can smell even the smallest bit of food from far, far away. The Lachrymose Leeches are usually quite harmless, preying only on small fish. But if they smell food on a human they will swarm around him and—and
“Oh, I could never sell this house,” Aunt Josephine said. “I’m terrified of realtors.”
lemon meringue pie is delicious and has never hurt a soul.
it is hard to concentrate on somebody else being eaten by a bear when you are staring at your own ugly pimple.
“Why, my mother-in-law had not only one eyebrow, but also only one ear.”
In order to escape from the castle of an enemy of mine, I once had cards printed that said I was an admiral in the French navy.
Violet was afraid that she was calling out Aunt Josephine’s name when her aunt could no longer hear it.
It was as if the disastrous fire that took the lives of their parents had been the beginning of a trap, and they hadn’t even known it.
There are few sights sadder than a ruined book,
Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But like most impolite things, it is excusable under certain circumstances. Stealing is not excusable if, for instance, you are in a museum and you decide that a certain painting would look better in your house, and you simply grab the painting and take it there. But if you were very, very hungry, and you had no way of obtaining money, it might be excusable to grab the painting, take it to your house, and eat it.
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The good people who are publishing this book have a concern that they have expressed to me. The concern is that readers like yourself will read my history of the Baudelaire orphans and attempt to imitate some of the things they do.
It is very easy to say that the important thing is to try your best, but if you are in real trouble the most important thing is not trying your best, but getting to safety.
“And arson,” Count Olaf piped up.