Wednesday, 11 March 2009

John William Waterhouse Echo and Narcissus

John William Waterhouse Echo and NarcissusLeonardo da Vinci Madonna with the YarnwinderRembrandt Rembrandt night watch
YOU HAVE GOOD FOOD AND A WARM BED AND RECREATION AND PEOPLE YOUR OWN AGE.
'Pardon, sir?' said Mort.
MY DAUGHTER, said Death. YOU HAVE MET HER, I BELIEVE.
'Oh. Yes, sir.'
SHE HAS A VERY WARM PERSONALITY WHEN YOU GET TO KNOW HER.
'I am sure she '
I IMAGINE SO, I'M SURE, said Death. Is THERE ANYTHING ELSE I MIGHT BE ABLE TO ASSIST YOU WITH BEFORE YOU LEAVE FOR THIS DEBAUCH?
'Well, sir, there is one thing, sir, I don't know how to get to the mortal world, sir,' said Mort desperately.
Death sighed loudly, and pulled open a desk drawer.has, sir.'NEVERTHELESS, YOU WISH – Death launched the words with a spin of distaste – AN AFTERNOON OFF? 'Yes, sir. If you please, sir.'VERY WELL. So BE IT. You MAY HAVE UNTIL SUNSET.Death opened his great ledger, picked up a pen, and began to write. Occasionally he'd reach out and flick the beads of an abacus.After a minute he looked up.YOU'RE STILL HERE, he said. AND IN YOUR OWN TIME, TOO, he added sourly.'Um,' said Mort, 'will people be able to see me, sir?

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