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"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
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From: The Velveteen Rabbit
By: Margery Williams
By: Margery Williams
5 comments:
I knoooooow :')
Sounds like real is being middle aged!
I suppose you are supposed to have lived a bit of real life by then so that's probably quite a true reflection?
Real - hair falling out etc but still to love and loving.
How much more real can you take?
P.S. Great post and welcome to GSTF's.
Jonathan (aka purple13)
I suppose real is in here.. not out :)
I can take all the real I could.. I can die for real.. Never do I want one breath without being real! Not one!
P.S. Thank you & thanks for welcoming me to GSTF's.. Thanks to Dubai Guy, he's introduced me there :)
Thanks Jonathan :)
so nice, enjoy it, tnx.
:)
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