Notes from The Slippery Slope, by Lemony Snicket:
Page 1: "The Road Less Traveled," by a poet who is now dead, mentioned again on page 25 by Klaus.
A possibly significant sentence on page 27: "But wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one's time before the candles are extinguished on one's birthday cake, ad the Baudelaires knew that it would be best to stop wishing and start their journey." Underlined is what I consider to be significant, and could reference an event in the life of Mr. Snicket.
Page 36: ". . . It is a dreadful question, and nearly everyone who has found themselves asking it has ended up wishing they'd never brought up the subject. My brother asked the question once, and had nightmares about it for weeks. An associate of mine asked the question and found himself falling through the air before he could hear the answer. It is a question I asked once, a very long time ago, and in a very timid voice, and a woman replied by quickly putting a motorcycle helmet on her head and wrapping her body in a red silk cape. . . ."
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The World is Quiet Here.
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