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’
No
!
’
Albert
sucked
reflectively
at
his
peppermint
.
That
’
s
the
whole
world
in
the
gyppo
,
then
,
’
he
said
.
’
Look
,
I
can
’
t
see
why
you
’
re
so
worried
.
I
expect
he
’
s
just
got
held
up
somewhere
,
’
said
Mort
,
but
it
sounded
feeble
even
to
him
.
It
wasn
’
t
as
though
people
buttonholed
Death
to
tell
him
another
story
,
or
clapped
him
on
the
back
and
said
things
like
’
You
’
ve
got
time
for
a
quick
half
in
there
,
my
old
mate
,
no
need
to
rush
off
home
’
or
invited
him
to
make
up
a
skittles
team
and
come
out
for
a
Klatchian
take
-
away
afterwards
,
or
.
.
.
It
struck
Mort
with
sudden
,
terrible
poignancy
that
Death
must
be
the
loneliest
creature
in
the
universe
.
In
the
great
party
of
Creation
,
he
was
always
in
the
kitchen
.
’
I
’
m
sure
I
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
come
over
the
master
lately
,
’
mumbled
Albert
.
’
Out
of
the
chair
,
my
girl
.
Let
’
s
have
a
look
at
these
nodes
.
’
They
opened
the
ledger
.
They
looked
at
it
for
a
long
time
.
Then
Mort
said
,
’
What
do
all
those
symbols
mean
?
’
’
Sodomy
non
sapiens
,
’
said
Albert
under
his
breath
.
’
What
does
that
mean
?
’
’
Means
I
’
m
buggered
if
I
know
.
’
