And what's to become of ME?
I shall be found out, and made a show of, and degraded in every possible way.

I KNOW they'll make me go into Parliament--hateful place--all mud and no sand.

That beautiful Baalbec temple in the desert! Plenty of good sand there, and no politics! I wish I were there, safe in the Past--that I do.' 'I wish you were,' said the learned gentleman absently, yet polite as ever.
The Psammead swelled itself up, turned its long snail's eyes in one last lingering look at Anthea--a loving look, she always said, and thought--and--vanished.
'Well,' said Anthea, after a silence, 'I suppose it's happy.

The only thing it ever did really care for was SAND.' 'My dear children,' said the learned gentleman, 'I must have fallen asleep.

I've had the most extraordinary dream.' 'I hope it was a nice one,' said Cyril with courtesy.
'Yes....