If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy, a dog, and his friends. And a summer that never ends. And if you want to imagine the future, imagine a boot… no, imagine a sneaker, laces trailing, kicking a pebble. Imagine a stick, to poke at interesting things and throw for a dog that may or may not decide to retrieve it; imagine a tuneless whistle, pounding some luckless popular song into insensibility. Imagine a boy, half angel, half devil, all human...
Slouching hopefully toward Tadfield...
...forever.