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’
Well
,
it
–
look
,
either
you
’
re
having
fun
or
you
’
re
not
,
you
don
’
t
have
to
ask
me
,
you
just
know
,
all
right
?
How
did
you
get
in
here
,
anyway
?
’
he
added
.
’
Are
you
a
friend
of
the
Patrician
?
’
LET
US
SAY
,
HE
PUTS
BUSINESS
MY
WAY
.
I
FELT
I
OUGHT
TO
LEARN
SOMETHING
OF
HUMAN
PLEASURES
.
’
Sounds
like
you
’
ve
got
a
long
way
to
go
.
’
I
KNOW
.
PLEASE
EXCUSE
MY
LAMENTABLE
IGNORANCE
.
I
WISH
ONLY
TO
LEARN
.
ALL
THESE
PEOPLE
,
PLEASE
–
THEY
ARE
HAVING
FUN
?
’
Yes
!
’
THEN
THIS
is
FUN
.
’
I
’
m
glad
we
’
ve
got
that
sorted
out
.
Mind
the
chair
,
’
snapped
Lord
Rodley
,
who
was
now
feeling
very
unfunny
and
unpleasantly
sober
.
A
voice
behind
him
said
quietly
:
THIS
IS
FUN
.
TO
DRINK
EXCESSIVELY
IS
FUN
.
WE
ARE
HAVING
FUN
.
HE
IS
HAVING
FUN
.
THIS
IS
SOME
FUN
.
WHAT
FUN
.
Behind
Death
the
Patrician
’
s
small
pet
swamp
dragon
held
on
grimly
to
the
bony
hips
and
thought
:
guards
or
no
guards
,
next
time
we
pass
an
open
window
I
’
m
going
to
run
like
buggery
.
Keli
sat
bolt
upright
in
bed
.
