dahl&ghg

The lines from My Uncle Oswald, where one character asks another how she managed to get a condom on a man:

How did you manage to roll the old rubbery thing on him?”
“There’s only one way when they get violent,” Yasmin said. “I grabbed hold of his snozzberry and hung onto it like grim death and gave it a twist or two to make him hold still.”
“Ow.”
“Very effective.”
“I’ll bet it is.”
“You can lead them around anywhere you want like that.”

TL;DR:  Snozzberries are dicks.  

Source

What I really love about Roald Dahl’s books is that the villains really didn’t have any tragic backstory or any redeemable qualities or character development.

Like I admire authors who develop their villains and show all of the aforementioned things, proving that we’re all human, and all of that.

But I just really love the fact that Roald Dahl was like, “You know what? Some people are just assholes.”

You don’t realize how dark Roald Dahl actually was until you’re trying to explain Matilda to someone who hasn’t read/seen it and you’re like, “Oh, yeah, it’s this really cute story about a girl with abusive parents, and she goes to a school where the headmistress is torturing students, so she uses her telekinetic powers to get revenge and the headmistress thinks that she’s being haunted by the ghost of the man that she had killed, a death which the police ruled a suicide.”