|The sands of times and all that.
||[Feb. 10th, 2008|09:45 pm]
I've not posted in aeons. Not that there is much to say when one is dead, but it doesn't seem to have stopped Dumbledore, either. |
Since I have last posted here, the fool who types for me has changed residence and moved, quite literally, to the opposite side of the planet. Such events do tend to change one's habits and posting here is one of those that seems to have become even more erratic than previous.
So, it is with surprise that I find that I am still receiving post. Most of it is worthless, but I shall respond to the nugget or two I receive.
I have read all seven books and they were great. I mean, how could one person make all that up? I just can't believe that there won't me more and that it's all over. What am I to do now?
/s/ Harry Potter fan
On the one hand you wonder how one person can make up the story and on the other you can't believe she's run out of things to say. You have a disordered mind. Sadly, you are typical of the sort of person who writes to me.
The author of the seven books you refer to has told a story BASED on the universe where I exist. If you know about quantum theory, you will know that there are infinite universes where every possible event does, in fact, happen. The story as envisioned by that author is not over and never will be -- my universe continues. You must have deduced this by the fact that you are writing to some one who, in the version of the universe she described, is DEAD.
To paraphrase another, as long as there are those who believe I exist, I shall never be completely gone from Hogwarts.