Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk. " "Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober. " He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.
[The story of Adam and Eve] it's poetry. One must interpret it as poetry. The first 11 chapters of Genesis [the Primeval History] are absolutely remarkable.