Marc Chagall The Cattle Dealer

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'My mouth feels all horrible, too,' muttered Creosote, determined to cling on to the remnant of his anger.
Conina turned back to the fire, and became aware of a gap in the scenery. It was Rincewind-shaped.
'He's gone!'its own.
The area around the tower of Al Khali, under the relentless magical bombardment, was already drifting beyond that reality horizon where time, space and mat­ter lose their separate identities and start wearing one another's clothes. It was quite impossible to describe.In fact Rincewind was already half a mile out over the dark sea, squatting on the carpet like an angry buddha, his mind a soup of rage, humiliation and fury, with a side order of outrage.He hadn't wanted much, ever. He'd stuck with wiz­ardry even though he wasn't any good at it, he'd always done his best, and now the whole world was conspiring against him. Well, he'd show them. Precisely who "they" were and what they were going to be shown was merely a matter of detail.He reached up and touched his hat for reassurance, even as it lost its last few sequins in the slipstream. The Luggage was having problems of