Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

by Roald Dahl

He seemed to love the sensation of whizzing through a white tunnel in a pink boat on a chocolate river,

“My dear old fish,” said Mr. Wonka, “go and boil your head!”

Mind you, there are thousands of clever men who would give anything for the chance to come in and take over from me, but I don’t want that sort of person. I don’t want a grown-up person at all. A grownup won’t listen to me; he won’t learn. He will try to do things his own way and not mine. So I have to have a child. I want a good sensible loving child,