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Terrible
things
happen
all
the
time
,
boy
—
’
’
—
Mort
—
’
’
—
and
no
-
one
expects
me
to
do
anything
about
it
.
’
’
But
you
were
the
greatest
!
’
Albert
stopped
for
a
moment
,
but
did
not
look
around
.
’
Was
the
greatest
,
was
the
greatest
.
And
don
’
t
you
try
to
butter
me
up
.
I
ain
’
t
butterable
.
’
’
They
’
ve
got
statues
to
you
and
everything
,
’
said
Mort
,
trying
not
to
yawn
.
’
More
fool
them
,
then
.
’
Albert
reached
the
foot
of
the
steps
into
the
library
proper
,
stamped
up
them
and
stood
outlined
against
the
candlelight
from
the
library
.
’
You
mean
you
won
’
t
help
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
Not
even
if
you
can
?
’
’
Give
the
boy
a
prize
,
’
growled
Albert
.
’
And
it
’
s
no
good
thinking
you
can
appeal
to
my
better
nature
under
this
here
crusty
exterior
,
’
he
added
,
’
cos
my
interior
’
s
pretty
damn
crusty
too
.
’
