“Is this about the wonder-engine?” “I have no idea,” said Learned Edmund. He leaned his forehead against the heel of his hand. “It might be. It might be a recipe for boiled cabbages. Nothing is organized. I am going old before my time looking at these.” “You’re nineteen.” “Each of these pages is taking a month off my life.” “When you get to the bottom of the box, you’ll still be younger than I am.”
