My father put a match to the wick of the lamp hanging from the ceiling and the little yellow flame sprang up and filled the inside of the caravan with pale light. "How about a hot drink?" he said.
"Yes, please."
He lit the praffin burner and put the kettle on to boil.
"I have decided something," he said. "I am going to let you in on the deepest darkest secret of my whole life."
-Danny the Champion of the World, Roald Dahl
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