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Jones is always sweet and usually emphatic. She is asked as she sits there whether her storied who's-running-for-second-place? confidence has been overhyped. Her answer is delivered without a trace of meanness, but it is definite: "I do see it like that--that I'll win. When people are taken aback by that, I'm surprised. I would hope those women you saw racing against me last night are going to the Games to win. I don't know how realistic it is for everybody...
...semi-adult way. And this year is no different: I'll hit the sales, buy some cords. Maybe I'll even find a few new pencils. But even with the new duds and the virgin writing utensils, heading back into my office won't'elicit even a trace of that childhood thrill. I?ll just walk in to work as usual, glance around at the general office pallor, wash the subway grime off my hands, and settle in at my overly familiar desk. And worst of all, no one will express any particular interest in what I did over...
...Jones is always sweet and usually emphatic. She is asked as she sits there whether her storied who's-running-for-second-place? confidence has been overhyped. Her answer is delivered without a trace of meanness, but it is definite: "I do see it like that - that I'll win. When people are taken aback by that, I'm surprised. I would hope those women you saw racing against me last night are going to the Games to win. I don't know how realistic it is for everybody...
Then, something appropriately eerie happened to Stine. He didn't exactly disappear or, as a Goosebumps book might put it, Vanish without a trace! (It's hard to be invisible when there are more than 300 million copies of your books in print.) But he did all of a sudden turn pretty ectoplasmic, a ghost of best sellers past, bumping around in the publishing basement, listening to the patter of tiny feet as his millions of former readers rushed to buy the latest Harry Potter...
...neck, they did what I had waited for them to do: They did not fluster and flap up splashily in the way that, say, ducks do when disturbed; rather, they did the loon thing - the magic act. One after another, they elegantly beaked down and vanished without a trace. Poof! Submarines indeed. They dematerialized; they passed miraculously into the universe below...