A.A. Milne

But something tells me that

Well, he was humming this hum to himself

‘I don’t seem to have felt at all how for a long time.’

Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, ‘Why?’ and sometimes he thought, ‘Wherefore?’ and sometimes he thought, ‘Inasmuch as which?’ – and sometimes he didn’t quite know what he was thinking about.

‘He would Suspect,’ said Pooh, ‘if he happened to look down.’

‘Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.’

‘Owl,’ said Pooh solemnly, ‘you made a mistake. Somebody did want it.’
‘Who?’
‘Eeyore. My dear friend Eeyore. He was – he was fond of it.’
‘Fond of it?’
‘Attached to it,’ said Winnie-the-Pooh sadly.

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,
And I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it’s true
That who is what and what is who.

the North Pole

It’s so much more friendly with two.’