Friday, 27 March 2009

Paul Klee Red And White Domes

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They sat down in the shade behind the tent.
‘I just want you to know’, said Ginger coldly, ‘that I have never attempted to look languorous in my life.’
‘Could be worth a try,’ said Victor, absently.
‘What?’
‘Sorry. with Holy Wood?’ she said.
Victor nodded. Then he threw himself sideways and landed on Gaspode, who had been watching them intently.
‘Yelp,’ said Gaspode.
‘Now listen,’ Victor hissed into his ear, ‘No more of these hints. What is it that you noticed about us? Otherwise it’s Detritus for you. With mustard.’
The dog squirmed in his grip. Look, something made us act like that. I don’t know how to use a sword. I’ve always just waved it around. What did you feel like?’ ‘You know how you feel when you hear someone say something and you realize you’ve been daydreaming?’ ‘It was like your own life fading away and something else filling up the space.’ They considered this in silence. ‘Do you think it’s something to do

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