T.H. White Quote

Oh, what a lovely owl! Cried the Wart.But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through - as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek - and said in a doubtful voiceThere is no owl.Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way.It is only a boy, said Merlyn.There is no boy, said the owl hopefully, without turning round.

T.H. White

Oh, what a lovely owl! Cried the Wart.But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through - as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek - and said in a doubtful voiceThere is no owl.Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way.It is only a boy, said Merlyn.There is no boy, said the owl hopefully, without turning round.

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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 most memorable is the first of the series, The Sword in the Stone, which was published as a stand-alone book in 1938.