"What is Real?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn�t how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It�s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don�t mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn�t happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That�s why it doesn�t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don�t matter at all, because you are Real and you can�t be ugly, except to people who don�t understand."�.

The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him.

Another neat text: The Little Prince, ch. 21

Internet game: initial thoughts - either of us goes to a room (like in Clue) and have options
A) romantic ideas for the room;

B) objects that relate to relationships;

C) answer questions (like the Ungame, or what we've been doing, only sillier perhaps);

D) answer questions on general knowledge on relating, or whatever topic the other chooses. The opposite person judges answers and gives points. So there are the rooms pages; answers page, points page. Suggestions?