Yes. So this is book twenty-seven?
Yeah, four hundred and thirty. No, it’s book fourteen.
Book fourteen.
It is the last one, though. For those who were skeptical, it really, really is. This is the end.
You know, J. K. Rowling said that once.
Oh yeah? But then . . . she’s not writing more Harry Potter is she? She’s doing, like, some other thing.
There’s this nasty rumor that there’s another Potter book coming.
Oh really?
But, I have not heard it confirmed.
Well, you know, when they make four hundred gazillion dollars, maybe she needs to go buy another continent.
Right, like Australia’s not enough.
Yeah, yeah. You need a couple more continents, what are you going to do? You gotta write another book, right?
Absolutely.
You only own one private fleet. I mean, the Queen has three. How can she show her face at parties?
Seriously. By the way, if any of Ms. Rowling’s people are out there, we would love to have her on Writing Excuses and Literate Liquors . . .
At the same time.
At the same time, because I’m pretty sure that she’d have to get liquored up to hang out with us.
We could do it on your private fleet. It would be great . . . we could sail to your continent.
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