Who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of

something after death, the undiscovered country from whose born no traveler returns, puzzles the will,

and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?

You are listening to the Quibbler podcast, the Harry Potter Book Club for the Melancholy.

You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore, above such brutality, are you?

We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom.

Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit.

There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore.

You are quite wrong.

Indeed, your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death

has always been your greatest weakness.

I'm Heather Pricewright.

And I'm Alex Dallenberg.

And we are back.

Many apologies for the utterly unscheduled, almost month-long hiatus.

We bit off more than we could chew and life gets in the

way and brains get in the way. There were a lot of weddings. Yeah, we went to a thousand weddings.

I feel guilty because I posted kind of a brag like, oh, we got an episode out and also went to a

wedding and then the podcast just died for three weeks.

Yeah. Also, I got very fucking sad for a super long time. So now we're like powering through that.

So, you know, our dementors exist. But we're back. Do we eat any chocolate?

I don't. This is going to be maybe the most controversial thing I say on this podcast.

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