To dissect my thoughts is a woesome tale …

He worked there for two years before leaving for greener pastures.

Its light came from thirty feet to the left of it, and the moon itself rose audibly until a stagehand juggled it, whenceafter it ceased to rise.

Like Kincaid's pedophile, who embodies a prohibited extreme of child-love, the pedophobe in children's literature occupies a similar place, giving voice to the most hyperbolic expressions of child-hate, sometimes even as a source of pleasure for child-hating adult (or child) readers who might consciously or unconsciously identify with the pedophobe.