By the time they emerged from the underground cave, it was already evening. They had come from St. Mark's Snail Palace to the vicinity of Castello Arsenal.
The Church of San Martino across from them had once housed a Lion's Mouth for denunciations, which Venetians used to report their neighbors. When people lived too crowded together, disputes were more likely to arise. By comparison, it was more comfortable to live somewhere with a lower population density.
The brain was also an organ. The pain of being unable to use it was no different from eating without a sense of taste, but thinking took time.
Capitalists squeezed other people's time to work for themselves, while racking their own brains over how to make vast sums of money, standing atop mountains of gold to prove their success, establishing their prestige and authority, and making others feel, like the devil did, that they had no choice but to work for them.
Jung had once written in a book: Life was dull and tedious, and people longed for a "sweet spring," yet that spring could only be found in the "kingdom of childhood." It was not only those who lingered in childhood for far too long who were childish. Those who believed childhood was gone forever once they had left it behind were equally childish, because they did not know that every psychological phenomenon had two faces, one looking forward and one backward. This dual meaning was rich, just like living reality.
Hogwarts was Pomona's "kingdom of childhood," and there truly were "children" inside it.
She could not reach Helga Hufflepuff's level of finding even the little Trolls' mischievous antics adorable. Sometimes she was so enraged she wanted to whip them, but she soon forgot about it.
Sleeping was her hobby. Under normal internal