Paul Klee Fish Magic

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YOU'RE DEAD.
'Yes. I know.' Beano relaxed, and stopped wondering too much about events in an increasingly irrelevant world. Death found that people often did, after the initial confusion. After all, the worst had already happened. At least . . . with any luck.life as a clown. He smiled grimly, under his make-up.
'I like it.'

Vimes' meeting with the Patrician ended as all such meetings did, with the guest going away in possession of an unfocused yet nagging suspicion that he'd only just escaped with his life.
Vimes trudged on to see his bride-to-be. He knew where she would be found.
The sign scrawled across the big double gates in Morphic Street said: Here be Dragns.IF YOU WOULD CARE TO FOLLOW ME . . .'Will there be custard pies? Red noses? Juggling? Are there likely to be baggy trousers?'NO.Beano had spent almost all his short