À propos

Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth. Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward. Accio Brain! Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here! The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing. It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used ter say, 'there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.' Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.