"Often, usually at twilight, some grown-up would say 'Sit down, Wanda-chen, and I'll read you a Marchen.' Then, as I settled down in my rocker, ready to abandon myself with the utmost credulity to whatever I might hear, everything was changed, exalted. A tingling, anything-might-happen feeling flowed over me, and I had the sensation of being about to bite into a juicy big pear."
-Wanda Gag, American illustrator
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