To dissect my thoughts is a woesome tale …

He worked there for two years before leaving for greener pastures.

Like Kincaid's pedophile, who embodies a prohibited extreme of child-love, the pedophobe in children's literature occupies a similar place, giving voice to the most hyperbolic expressions of child-hate, sometimes even as a source of pleasure for child-hating adult (or child) readers who might consciously or unconsciously identify with the pedophobe.

Its light came from thirty feet to the left of it, and the moon itself rose audibly until a stagehand juggled it, whenceafter it ceased to rise.