“Dessert is just canned pears, blind albinos swimming in syrup. Something about the way they move, bobbing, bothers Jadis; they remind her of Egg. You can keep those pears in that sweet syrup as long as you want, but they never darken or drown. They just bob forever, dumb and innocent. They're like babies: nothing you can say to them matters; they aren't even in the same world as us. They're lucky that way, because they're free.”