Claude Lorrain The Rest on the Flight into Egypt

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appeared to recall something.
'Did you say something about something flapping around loose?' she said, in the tight voice of someone pulling themselves together.
Mort considered. 'No,' he said.
'I'm afraid I wasn't paying much attention.'
'It doesn't matter at all.'
They strolled Mort thought that history was thrashing around like a steel hawser with the tension off, twanging backwards and forwards across reality in great destructive sweeps.
History isn't like that. History unravels gently, like an old sweater. It has been patched and back to the house in silence.When Mort went back to the study he found that Death had gone, leaving four hourglasses on the desk. The big leather a style and had adopted a hand that indicated a balanced, well-adjusted personality.It said:Gone fyshing. Theyre ys ane execution in Pseudopoiis, a naturral in Krull, a faytal fall in the Carrick Mtns, ane ague in Ell-Kinte. Thee rest of thee day's your own. darned many times, reknitted to suit different people, shoved in a box under