“So you didn’t find the Fountain of Youth, then,” he said, feeling that he should make some conversation. “Oh, but I did,” said da Quirm earnestly. “A clear spring, deep in the jungle. It was very impressive. I had a good long drink, too. Or draught, which I think is the more appropriate word.” “And—?” said Rincewind. “It definitely worked. Yes. For a while there I could definitely feel myself getting younger.” “But—” Rincewind waved a vague hand to take in da Quirm, the treadmill, the towering circles of the Pit. “Ah,” said the old man. “Of course, that’s the really annoying bit. I’d read so
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