“That’s what I’ve been saying,” said Eric, with strained patience. Rincewind took another bite of the sandwich. He’d looked death in the face many times, or more precisely Death had looked him in the back of his rapidly retreating head many times, and suddenly the prospect of living forever didn’t appeal. There were of course great questions he might learn the answer to, such as how life evolved and all the rest of it, but”
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Terry Pratchett,
Eric
