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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About T.H. White
Terence Hanbury "Tim" White (29 May 1906 – 17 January 1964) was an English writer. He is best known for his Arthurian novels, which were published together in 1958 as The Once and Future King. One of his best known is the first of the series, The Sword in the Stone, which was published as a stand-alone book in 1938.