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There
was
another
damp
pause
.
"
These
deeps
.
.
.
did
you
say
mighty
or
nightly
?
"
"
Mighty
,
I
said
.
Mighty
deeps
.
On
account
of
being
,
you
know
,
deep
.
It
’
s
me
,
Brother
Fingers
.
"
"
It
sounded
like
nightly
to
me
,
"
said
the
invisible
doorkeeper
cautiously
.
"
Look
,
do
you
want
the
bloody
book
or
not
?
I
don
’
t
have
to
do
this
.
I
could
be
at
home
in
bed
.
"
"
You
sure
it
was
mighty
?
"
"
Listen
,
I
know
how
deep
the
bloody
deeps
are
all
right
,
"
said
Brother
Fingers
urgently
.
"
I
knew
how
mighty
they
were
when
you
were
a
perishing
neophyte
.
Now
will
you
open
this
door
?
"
"
Well
.
.
.
all
right
.
"
There
was
the
sound
of
bolts
sliding
back
.
Then
the
voice
said
,
"
Would
you
mind
giving
it
a
push
?
The
Door
of
Knowledge
Through
Which
the
Untutored
May
Not
Pass
sticks
something
wicked
in
the
damp
.
"
Brother
Fingers
put
his
shoulder
to
it
,
forced
his
way
through
,
gave
Brother
Doorkeeper
a
dirty
look
,
and
hurried
within
.
