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We
’
re
always
eating
off
our
knees
and
watching
the
telly
.
"
What
’
s
wrong
with
watching
the
telly
,
may
I
ask
?
"
the
father
said
.
His
voice
had
suddenly
become
soft
and
dangerous
.
Matilda
didn
’
t
trust
herself
to
answer
him
,
so
she
kept
quiet
.
She
could
feel
the
anger
boiling
up
inside
her
.
She
knew
it
was
wrong
to
hate
her
parents
like
this
,
but
she
was
finding
it
very
hard
not
to
do
so
.
All
the
reading
she
had
done
had
given
her
a
view
of
life
that
they
had
never
seen
.
If
only
they
would
read
a
little
Dickens
or
Kipling
they
would
soon
discover
there
was
more
to
life
than
cheating
people
and
watching
television
.
Another
thing
.
She
resented
being
told
constantly
that
she
was
ignorant
and
stupid
when
she
knew
she
wasn
’
t
.
The
anger
inside
her
went
on
boiling
and
boiling
,
and
as
she
lay
in
bed
that
night
she
made
a
decision
.
She
decided
that
every
time
her
father
or
her
mother
was
beastly
to
her
,
she
would
get
her
own
back
in
some
way
or
another
.
A
small
victory
or
two
would
help
her
to
tolerate
their
idiocies
and
would
stop
her
from
going
crazy
You
must
remember
that
she
was
still
hardly
five
years
old
and
it
is
not
easy
for
somebody
as
small
as
that
to
score
points
against
an
all
-
powerful
grown
-
up
.
Even
so
,
she
was
determined
to
have
a
go
.
Her
father
,
after
what
had
happened
in
front
of
the
telly
that
evening
,
was
first
on
her
list
.
The
following
morning
,
just
before
the
father
left
for
his
beastly
second
-
hand
car
garage
,
Matilda
slipped
into
the
cloakroom
and
got
hold
of
the
hat
he
wore
each
day
to
work
.
She
had
to
stand
on
her
toes
and
reach
up
as
high
as
she
could
with
a
walking
-
stick
in
order
to
hook
the
hat
off
the
peg
,
and
even
then
she
only
just
made
it
.
The
hat
itself
was
one
of
those
flat
-
topped
pork
-
pie
jobs
with
a
jay
’
s
feather
stuck
in
the
hat
-
band
and
Mr
.
Wormwood
was
very
proud
of
it
.
He
thought
it
gave
him
a
rakish
daring
look
,
especially
when
he
wore
it
at
an
angle
with
his
loud
checked
jacket
and
green
tie
.
Matilda
,
holding
the
hat
in
one
hand
and
a
thin
tube
of
Superglue
in
the
other
,
proceeded
to
squeeze
a
line
of
glue
very
neatly
all
round
the
inside
rim
of
the
hat
.
Then
she
carefully
hooked
the
hat
back
on
to
the
peg
with
the
walking
-
stick
.
She
timed
this
operation
very
carefully
,
applying
the
glue
just
as
her
father
was
getting
up
from
the
breakfast
table
.
Mr
.
Wormwood
didn
’
t
notice
anything
when
he
put
the
hat
on
,
but
when
he
arrived
at
the
garage
he
couldn
’
t
get
it
off
.
Superglue
is
very
powerful
stuff
,
so
powerful
it
will
take
your
skin
off
if
you
pull
too
hard
.
Mr
.
Wormwood
didn
’
t
want
to
be
scalped
so
he
had
to
keep
the
hat
on
his
head
the
whole
day
long
,
even
when
putting
sawdust
in
gear
-
boxes
and
fiddling
the
mileages
of
cars
with
his
electric
drill
.
In
an
effort
to
save
face
,
he
adopted
a
casual
attitude
hoping
that
his
staff
would
think
that
he
actually
meant
to
keep
his
hat
on
all
day
long
just
for
the
heck
of
it
,
like
gangsters
do
in
the
films
.
When
he
got
home
that
evening
he
still
couldn
’
t
get
the
hat
off
.
"
Don
’
t
be
silly
,
"
his
wife
said
.
"
Come
here
.
I
’
ll
take
it
off
for
you
.
"
She
gave
the
hat
a
sharp
yank
.
Mr
.
Wormwood
let
out
a
yell
that
rattled
the
window
-
panes
.
"
Ow
-
w
-
w
!
"
he
screamed
.
"
Don
’
t
do
that
!
Let
go
!
You
’
ll
take
half
the
skin
off
my
forehead
!
"
