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"
It
is
not
that
neither
.
More
whiskey
,
anybody
?
"
"
I
read
in
a
book
about
a
way
of
doing
the
Miser
’
s
Dream
with
latex
covering
the
palm
of
your
hand
,
making
a
skin
-
colored
pouch
for
the
coins
to
hide
behind
.
"
"
This
is
a
sad
wake
for
Great
Sweeney
who
flew
like
a
bird
across
all
of
Ireland
and
ate
watercress
in
his
madness
:
to
be
dead
and
unmourned
save
for
a
bird
,
a
dog
,
and
an
idiot
.
No
,
it
is
not
a
pouch
.
"
"
Well
,
that
’
s
pretty
much
it
for
ideas
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
expect
you
just
take
them
out
of
nowhere
.
"
It
was
meant
to
be
sarcasm
,
but
then
he
saw
the
expression
on
Sweeney
’
s
face
.
"
You
do
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
do
take
them
from
nowhere
.
"
"
Well
,
not
exactly
nowhere
,
"
said
Mad
Sweeney
.
"
But
now
you
’
re
getting
the
idea
.
You
take
them
from
the
hoard
.
"
"
The
hoard
,
"
said
Shadow
,
starting
to
remember
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
You
just
have
to
hold
it
in
your
mind
,
and
it
’
s
yours
to
take
from
.
The
sun
’
s
treasure
.
It
’
s
there
in
those
moments
when
the
world
makes
a
rainbow
.
It
’
s
there
in
the
moment
of
eclipse
and
the
moment
of
the
storm
.
"
And
he
showed
Shadow
how
to
do
the
thing
.
This
time
Shadow
got
it
.
