T.H. White Quote

Oh, I love the mustard-pot! cried the Wart. Wherever did you get it? At this the pot beamed all over its face and began to strut a bit, but Merlyn rapped it on the head with a teaspoon, so that it sat down and shut up at once. It is not a bad pot, he said grudgingly. Only it is inclined to give itself airs.

T.H. White

Oh, I love the mustard-pot! cried the Wart. Wherever did you get it? At this the pot beamed all over its face and began to strut a bit, but Merlyn rapped it on the head with a teaspoon, so that it sat down and shut up at once. It is not a bad pot, he said grudgingly. Only it is inclined to give itself airs.

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