A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

Saturday, 16 Apr 2022

Quote 1:

For a long time they looked at the river beneath them, saying nothing, and the river said nothing too, for it felt very quiet and peaceful on this summer afternoon.

‘Tigger is all right, really,’ said Piglet lazily.

‘Of course he is,’ said Christopher Robin.

‘Everybody is really,’ said Pooh. ‘That’s what I think,’ said Pooh. ‘But I don’t suppose I’m right,’ he said.

‘Of course you are,’ said Christopher Robin.

Quote 2:

… when you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.

Quote 3:

‘Pooh, promise you won’t forget about me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.’

Pooh thought for a little while.

‘How old shall I be then?’


Pooh nodded.

‘I promise,’ he said. 

Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt for Pooh’s paw.

‘Pooh,’ said Christopher Robin earnestly, ‘if I – if I’m not quite – ’ he stopped and tried again – ‘Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won’t you?’

‘Understand what?’

‘Oh, nothing.’ He laughed and jumped to his feet. ‘Come on!’

‘Where?’ said Pooh.

‘Anywhere,’ said Christopher Robin.

So they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.


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