John William Waterhouse Hylas and the NymphsJohn William Waterhouse Waterhouse OpheliaLeonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra Benci
creature as this? A bull, yes, of course, an eagle, certainly, and I think on one occasion a swan . . . but a tortoise?"
"Your sexual organs to sprout wings and fly away!"
"After all," Nhumrod went on, oblivious to the secret chorus in Brutha's head, "what kind of miracles could a tortoise do? Mmm?"
"Your ankles to be crushed in the jaws of giants!"
"Turn lettuce"Your intestines to be wound around a tree until you are sorry!"
Nhumrod looked around the garden. It seemed to be full of melons and pumpkins and cucumbers. He shuddered.
"Lots of cold water, that's the thing," he said. "Lots and lots." He focused on Brutha again. "Mmm?"
He wandered off toward the kitchens. into gold, perhaps?" said Brother Nhumrod , in the jovial tones of those blessed with no sense of humor. "Crush ants underfoot? Ahaha.""Haha," said Brutha dutifully."I shall take it along to the kitchen, out of your way," said the master of novices. "They make excellent soup. And then you'll hear no more voices, depend upon it. Fire cures all Follies, yes?""Soup?""Er . . ." said Brutha.
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John William Waterhouse Hylas and the Nymphs
John William Waterhouse Hylas and the NymphsJohn William Waterhouse Waterhouse OpheliaLeonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra Benci
there'll be something to tell the harpies about as well. We've got to tell people that, Lyra."
"The true stories, yes," she said, "the true stories the harpies want to hear in exchange. Yes. So if people live their whole lives and they've got nothing to tell about it when they've finished, then they'll never leave the world of alone."
And at the word alone, Will felt a great wave of rage and despair moving outward from a place deep within him, as if his mind were an ocean that some profound convulsion had disturbed. All his life he'd been alone, and now he must be alone again, and this infinitely precious blessing that had come to him must be taken away almost at once. He felt the wave build higher and steeper to darken the sky, he felt the crest tremble and begin to the dead. We've got to tell them that, Will.""Alone, though...""Yes," she said, "
there'll be something to tell the harpies about as well. We've got to tell people that, Lyra."
"The true stories, yes," she said, "the true stories the harpies want to hear in exchange. Yes. So if people live their whole lives and they've got nothing to tell about it when they've finished, then they'll never leave the world of alone."
And at the word alone, Will felt a great wave of rage and despair moving outward from a place deep within him, as if his mind were an ocean that some profound convulsion had disturbed. All his life he'd been alone, and now he must be alone again, and this infinitely precious blessing that had come to him must be taken away almost at once. He felt the wave build higher and steeper to darken the sky, he felt the crest tremble and begin to the dead. We've got to tell them that, Will.""Alone, though...""Yes," she said, "
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