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Children are our hope for the future.” THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, said Death. “What does it contain, then?” ME. “Besides you, I mean!” Death gave him a puzzled look. I’M SORRY? The storm reached its howling peak overhead. A seagull went past backwards. “I meant,” said Ipslore, bitterly, “what is there in this world that makes living worthwhile?” Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually, CATS ARE NICE.
Little particles of inspiration sleet through the universe all the time traveling through the densest matter in the same way that a neutrino passes through a candyfloss haystack, and most of them miss.
“How far do we have to go to be safe?” said Conina. Rincewind risked a look around the wall. “Interesting philosophical question,” he said. “I’ve been a long way, and I’ve never been safe.”
The Luggage’s lid was set in an expression of grim determination. It didn’t want much out of the world, except for the total extinction of every other lifeform, but what it needed more than anything else now was its owner.
