How terrible to be poor Herbert Hart, who has taken his Throm-dim-bu-lator apart. Or the Crumple-horn, Web-footed, Green-bearded Schlotts, whose tail is entailed with un-solvable knots. With his customary humour, Dr. Seuss reminds us that, however sorry we feel for ourselves, there is always someone, somewhere, worse off than we are.
