The boy, on the other hand... hoo, boy! He was transformed with powers unknown to most humans.

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.

Every now and then, I apparently suffer from the consequences of my own dumbassity.

And I trust anon by the help of an infallible guide, to perfect such Prutenic tables, as shall mend the astronomy of our wide expositors.