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Roald Dahl

Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator

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  • b1969843717has quoted3 years ago
    P.S. COULD YOU PLEASE BRING ME A FEW WONKA FUDGEMALLOW DELIGHTS. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH BUT EVERYBODY AROUND HERE KEEPS STEALING MINE OUT OF THE DRAWER IN MY DESK. AND DON'T TELL NANNY
  • b1969843717has quoted3 years ago
    What if my beard were made of green spinach?'
  • skbogdanov52has quoted4 years ago
    Then the three remaining creatures began stretching themselves all at the same time, each one elongating itself slowly upward, growing taller and taller, thinner and thinner, curving and twisting, stretching and stretching, curling and bending, balancing either on the tail or the head or both, and turned sideways now so that only one eye was visible. When they had all stopped stretching and bending, this was how they finished up:
  • skbogdanov52has quoted4 years ago
    Something Nasty in the Lifts
  • Shasha Setiyadihas quoted5 years ago
    his back on them. He hated squabbles. He hated it when people got grabby and selfish. Let them fight it out among themselves, he thought, and he walked away.
  • Shasha Setiyadihas quoted5 years ago
    A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men,' Mr Wonka said.
  • Shasha Setiyadihas quoted5 years ago
    Great thundering tomcats!' cried Mr Wonka. 'Home is right! What on earth am I thinking of! Come on, Charlie! Quick! Re-entry! You take the yellow button! Press it for all you're worth! I'll handle this lot!' Charlie and Mr Wonka literally flew to the buttons. 'Hold your hats!' shouted Mr Wonka. 'Grab your gizzards! We're going down
  • Shasha Setiyadihas quoted5 years ago
    now that I am eighty-nine,

    It's too late to repent.

    The fault was mine the little
  • Shasha Setiyadihas quoted5 years ago
    He wasn't very bright,

    Because when he was twenty-three

    He couldn't read or write.

    'What shall we do?' his parents sobbed.

    'The boy has got the vapours!

    He couldn't even get a job

    Delivering the papers!'

    'Ah-ha,' I said. 'This little clot

    Could be a politician.'

    'Nanny,' he cried. 'Oh Nanny, what

    A super proposition!'

    'Okay,' I said. 'Let's learn and note

    The art of politics.

    Let's teach you how to miss the boat

    And how to drop some bricks,

    And how to win the people's vote

    And lots of other tricks.

    Let's learn to make a speech a day

    Upon the TV screen,

    In which you never never say

    Exactly what you mean.

    And most important, by the way,

    Is not to let your teeth decay,

    And keep your fingers clean.'

    And
  • Shasha Setiyadihas quoted5 years ago
    What shall we do?' his parents sobbed.

    'The boy has got the vapours!

    He couldn't even get a job

    Delivering the papers!'

    'Ah-ha,' I said. 'This little clot

    Could be a politician.'

    'Nanny,' he cried. 'Oh Nanny, what

    A super proposition!'

    'Okay,' I said. 'Let's learn and note

    The art of politics.

    Let's teach you how to miss the boat

    And how to drop some bricks,

    And how to win the people's vote

    And lots of other tricks.

    Let's learn to make a speech a day

    Upon the TV screen,

    In which you never never say

    Exactly what you mean.
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