Chapter 20 - AND WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED, MY SWEETKINS?
NICE HAVING A TROLL do your opening lines. However, for so long I felt that dealing with this subject was having a troll on your back trying to wrestle that magic ring off your finger. You didn't know what that magic ring was, but until you found out, it certainly wasn't going to no damned troll, no matter how he chewed on your ears or pulled your hair.
I, Herbert, being of quasi-sound mind...
Actually, I've always been pretty much the sanest of the people I dealt with in life. And that's been my problem - or at least one of them. The other was a so-called overactive imagination. Practically, while I may refer to it as a curse, there is no limit to imagination, only limits to the physical execution of it.
It's only a curse if it is a
