Make It Stop
- Look at how far the King has fallen. Pretty pathetic, right? There he is sitting, on this throne, clinging to his last remaining symbol of power and covered in that green goop.
- And he's utterly powerless, too. He's nothing without his magicians, and the words he chants to try to make it stop only bring more oobleck.
- For most of the passage, he still doesn't seem to understand that the problem lies with him. He can see solutions only outside of himself.
- Until, that is, we get this line (thanks to Bartholomew's nudging): "Then I must think of some magic words!"
- I. Me. Dare we say it? Is the King actually ready to start accepting responsibility for things?