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" Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hand, called out " Pooh!" " Yes?" said Pooh. " When I'm--when--Pooh!" " Yes, Christopher Robin?" " I'm not going to do Nothing any more." " Never again?" " Well, not so much. They don't let you." Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again. " Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully. " Pooh, when I'm--you know--when I'm not doing Nothing, will you come up here sometimes?" " Just me?" " Yes, Pooh." " Will you be here too?" " Yes Pooh, I will be really. I promise I will be Pooh." " That's good," said Pooh. " Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred." Pooh thought for a little. " How old shall I be then?" " Ninety-nine." Pooh nodded. " I promise," he said. Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt 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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" That's right. You'll like Owl. He flew past a day or two ago and noticed me. He didn't actually say anything, mind you, but he knew it was me. Very friendly of him. Encouraging." Pooh and Piglet shuffled about a little and said, " Well, good-bye, Eeyore" as lingeringly as they could, but they had a long way to go, and wanted to be getting on." Good-bye," said Eeyore. " Mind you don't get blown away, little Piglet. You'd be missed. People would say `Where's little Piglet been blown to?' -- really wanting to know. Well, good-bye. And thank you for happening to pass me. "
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" How would it be,” said Pooh slowly, “if, as soon as we’re out of sight of this Pit, we try to find it again?”
“What’s the good of that?” said Rabbit.
“Well,” said Pooh, “we keep looking for Home and not finding it, so I thought that if we looked for this Pit, we’d be sure not to find it, which would be a Good Thing, because then we might find something that we weren’t looking for, which might be just what we were looking for, really.”
“I don’t see much sense in that,” said Rabbit.
“No,” said Pooh humbly, “there isn’t. But there was going to be when I began it. It’s just that something happened to it on the way. "
― A.A. Milne
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" Hallo, Pooh,” said Rabbit.
“Hallo, Rabbit,” said Pooh dreamily.
“Did you make that song up?”
“Well, I sort of made it up,” said Pooh. “It isn’t Brain,” he went on humbly, “because You Know Why, Rabbit; but it comes to me sometimes.”
“Ah!” said Rabbit, who never let things come to him, but always went and fetched them. "
― A.A. Milne , The House at Pooh Corner (Winnie-the-Pooh, #2)
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" So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty. "
― Jack Kerouac , On the Road
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" And out floated Eeyore. " Eeyore!" cried everybody. Looking very calm, very dignified, with his legs in the air, came Eeyore from beneath the bridge. " It's Eeyore!" cried Roo, terribly excited. " Is that so?" said Eeyore, getting caught up by a little eddy, and turning slowly round three times. " I wondered." " I didn't know you were playing," said Roo. " I'm not," said Eeyore. " Eeyore, what are you doing there?" said Rabbit. " I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak-tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer." " But, Eeyore," said Pooh in distress, " what can we--I mean, how shall we--do you think if we--" " Yes," said Eeyore. " One of those would be just the thing. Thank you, Pooh. "
