In cleaning off my desk, I found my book, The Last Unicorn, that I had left out the other day. I randomly opened it and came across this passage;

"It's a rare man who is taken for what he truly is," :[Schmendrick] said. "There is so much misjudgment in the world. Now I knew you for a unicorn when I first saw you, and I know that I am your friend. Yet you may take me for a clown, or a clod, or a betrayer, and so must I be if you see me so. The magic on you is only magic and will vanish as soon as you are free, but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes. We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream. Still, I have read, or heard it sung, that unicorns when time was young, could tell the difference 'twixt the two- the false shining and the true, the lips' laugh and the heart's rue." His quiet voice lifted as the sky grew lighter, and for a moment the unicorn could not hear the bars whining, or the soft ringing of the harpy's wings.
"I think you are my friend," she said. "Will you help me?"
"If not you, no one," the magician answered. "You are my last chance."