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A Funeral Phantasy King Francis Nadowessian Death-Lament Round the sun The Ring of Polycrates The Secret The Inn of the Five Chimneys Khamsin The Tunnel The Battle of Gettysburg Hellas Hymn of Pan Night Bird thou May morning Klocki Lego Technic Klocki LEGO StarWars Klocki LEGO CITY Well, 'scuse me. I was jus' tryin' to save the world. -Gaspode, Moving Pictures Ankh-Morpork had dallied with many forms of government and had ended up with that form of democracy known as One Man, One Vote. The Patrician was the Man; he had the Vote. -Mort Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'. -Rincewind, The Color of Magic Luck is my middle name. Mind you, my first name is Bad. -Rincewind, Interesting Times You never ever volunteered. Not even if a sergant stood there and said, "We need someone to drink alcohol, bottles of, and make love, passionate, to women, for the use of." There was always a snag. If a choir of angels asked for volunteers for Paradise to step forward, Nobby knew enough to take one smart pace to the rear. -Feet of Clay And then the world went mad. All right, madder. -Pyramids Albert grunted. "Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?" Mort thought for a moment. "No," he said eventually, "what?" There was silence. Then Albert straightened up and said, "Damned if I know. Probably they get answers, and serve 'em right." -Mort droops the troubled year And now her tiny sunset stains the leaf. A holy fear, A rapt, elusive grief, Make imminent the swift, exalting tear. The long wind's weary sigh-- Knowest, O listener! for what it wakes? Adown the sky What star of Time forsakes Her pinnacle? What dream and dreamer die? Correlle Dinnerware Corelle Dinnerware A presence half-divine Stands at the threshold, ready to depart Now seems the world's deep heart About to break. What sorrow stirs in mine? A mist of twilight rain Hides now the orange edges of the day. In vain, in vain We labor that thou stay, Beauty who wast, and shalt not be again! Heely Shoes The person on the other side was a young woman. Very obviously a young woman. There was no possible way she could have been mistaken for a young man in any language, especially Braille. -Maskerade |
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