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He was a skinny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who had the pinched, slightly unhealthy look
of someone who has grown a lot in a short space of time. His jeans were torn and dirty, his T-
shirt baggy and faded, and the soles of his trainers were peeling away from the uppers. Harry
Potter's appearance did not endear him to the neighbours, who were the sort of people who
thought scruffiness ought to be punishable by law, but as he had hidden himself behind a large
hydrangea bush this evening he was quite invisible to passers-by. In fact, the only way he would
be spotted was if his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia stuck their heads out of the living-room
window and looked straight down into the flowerbed below.
On the whole, Harry thought he was to be congratulated on his idea of hiding here. He was
not, perhaps, very comfortable lying on the hot, hard earth but, on the other hand, nobody was
glaring at him, grinding their teeth so loudly that he could not hear the news, or shooting nasty
questions at him, as had happened every time he had tried sitting down in the living room to
watch television with his aunt and uncle.
Almost as though this thought had fluttered through the open window, Vernon Dursley,
Harry's uncle, suddenly spoke.
'Glad to see the boy's stopped trying to butt in. Where is he, anyway?'
'I don't know,' said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. 'Not in the house.'
2) Thank you all. Chief Justice Rehnquist, President Carter, President Bush, President Clinton,
distinguished guests and my fellow citizens. The peaceful transfer of authority is rare in history,
yet common in our country. With a simple oath, we affirm old traditions and make new
beginnings. As I begin, I thank President Clinton for his service to our nation. And I thank Vice
President Gore for a contest conducted with spirit and ended with grace.
I am honored and humbled to stand here, where so many of America's leaders have come before
me, and so many will follow.
We have a place, all of us, in a long story, a story we continue, but whose end we will not see. It
is the story of a new world that became a friend and liberator of the old. The story of a slave-
holding society that became a servant of freedom. The story of a power that went into the world
to protect but not possess, to defend but not to conquer. It is the American story, a story of
flawed and fallible people, united across the generations by grand and enduring ideals.
The grandest of these ideals is an unfolding American promise: that everyone belongs, that
everyone deserves a chance, that no insignificant person was ever born. Americans are called to
enact this promise in our lives and in our laws. And though our nation has sometimes halted, and
sometimes delayed, we must follow no other course.
3)
Dear Sirs,
I have recently read The Subversive Stitch written by Rozsika Parker and found it very
impressive. I would also be interested in reading Parker's book Old Mistresses.
However, I could not find the book anywhere in Finland. I am presently studying Textile Design
at the University of Art and Design in Helsinki. This book would be very useful for my study
project in textile history. Would it be possible to receive a copy of the book (ISNB 0-7043-3883-
1)? If not, could you please tell me how I could go about getting a copy for my project?
Thank you for your help and I look forward to hearing from you soon.
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