there are different sorts of whisperings;;,:
in o u r world, at least.
there is the whisperings of the children, dancing:
and there is the whisperings of the forest at night..:;,.
and neither are to be t r u s t e d .
you see, my dear, w h i s p e r i n g s are not the same things as whispers.
whisperings are the product of:,.,:;;
m a g i c;".,:
the sort that keeps you u p after dark.,.
the sort that fills your mind with p o s s i b i l i t i e s ': , ; . , :;
and the sort that has driven many men to insanity.
the whisperings are not to be trusted.
b e l i e v e me, my dear.