Henri Rousseau A Carnival Evening

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Always wondered how that happens, myself,’ said Victor, flicking through the pages. ‘I suppose after you’ve said "Yes, he’s got your eyes" for the thousandth time you’re about ready to commit suicide in any case.’
‘You know an awful lot, Victor,’ said Ponder admiringly. ‘I’m amazed you’re still a student.’
‘Er, yes,’ was nothing about any Holy Wood there.
‘I could have sworn I heard . . . I think my mind must be wandering,’ he finished lamely. ‘It must be all this revision.’
‘Yes. It really gets to you, doesn’t it? But it’ll be worth it, to be a wizard.’
‘Yes,’ said Victor. ‘Can’t wait.’ said Victor. ‘Er. Just unlucky at exams, I guess.’ ‘Go on,’ said Ponder, ‘Ask me one more.’ Victor opened the book again. There was a moment’s silence. Then he said, ‘Where’s Holy Wood?’ Ponder shut his eyes and pounded his forehead. ‘Hang on, hang on . . . don’t tell me . . . ‘ He opened his eyes. ‘What do you mean, where’s Holy Wood?’ he added sharply. ‘I don’t remember anything about any Holy Wood.’ Victor stared down at the page. There