“How I hate the water,” he said, as though this conversation was one they’d had before and he was simply continuing it. “I’m not sorry that this has dried up. Ponds … rivers … waterfalls … I loathe them all. I wish they had not filled the pool downstairs. It’s a terrible portent, I said.” “But you’re surrounded by sea,” said Gideon. “Yes,” said Teacher unexpectedly, “it is a bit of a pisser.”
