Henri Matisse View of Collioure

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separation and oblivion, and that it was quite unreasonable to take against someone just because he had empty eye-sockets and a quiet pride in his work. He still used a scythe, he'd point out, while the Deaths of other worlds had long ago invested in combined harvesters.
Death sat at one side of a black baize table in the centre of the room, arguing with Famine, War and Pestilence. Twoflower Death snatched the book with a bony hand and flipped through the pages, quite oblivious to the presence of the two men.
RIGHT, he said, PESTILENCE, OPEN ANOTHER PACK OF CARDS. I'M GOING TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS IF IT KILLS ME, FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING OF COURSE.was the only one to look up and notice Rincewind.'Hey, how did you get here?' he said.'Well, some say the Creator took a handful – oh, I see, well, it's hard to explain but I —''Have you got the Luggage?'The wooden box pushed past Rincewind and settled down in front of its owner, who opened its lid and rummaged around inside until he came up with a small, leatherbound book which he handed to War, who was hammering the table with a mailed fist.'It's :Nosehinger on the Laws of Contract:,' he said. It's quite good, there's a lot in it about double finessing and how to —'