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Mort
’
s
family
specialised
in
distilling
the
wine
from
reannual
grapes
.
These
were
very
powerful
and
much
sought
after
by
fortune
-
tellers
,
since
of
course
they
enabled
them
to
see
the
future
.
The
only
snag
was
that
you
got
the
hangover
the
morning
before
,
and
had
to
drink
a
lot
to
get
over
it
.
Reannual
growers
tended
to
be
big
,
serious
men
,
much
given
to
introspection
and
close
examination
of
the
calendar
.
A
farmer
who
neglects
to
sow
ordinary
seeds
only
loses
the
crop
,
whereas
anyone
who
forgets
to
sow
seeds
of
a
crop
that
has
already
been
harvested
twelve
months
before
risks
disturbing
the
entire
fabric
of
causality
,
not
to
mention
acute
embarrassment
.
It
was
also
acutely
embarrassing
to
Mort
’
s
family
that
the
youngest
son
was
not
at
all
serious
and
had
about
the
same
talent
for
horticulture
that
you
would
find
in
a
dead
starfish
.
It
wasn
’
t
that
he
was
unhelpful
,
but
he
had
the
land
of
vague
,
cheerful
helpfulness
that
serious
men
soon
learn
to
dread
.
There
was
something
infectious
,
possibly
even
fatal
,
about
it
.
He
was
tall
,
red
-
haired
and
freckled
,
with
the
sort
of
body
that
seems
to
be
only
marginally
under
its
owner
’
s
control
;
it
appeared
to
have
been
built
out
of
knees
.
On
this
particular
day
it
was
hurtling
across
the
high
fields
,
waving
its
hands
and
yelling
.
Mort
’
s
father
and
uncle
watched
it
disconsolately
from
the
stone
wall
.
’
What
I
don
’
t
understand
,
’
said
father
Lezek
,
’
is
that
the
birds
don
’
t
even
fly
away
.
I
’
d
fly
away
,
if
I
saw
it
coining
towards
me
.
’
’
Ah
.
The
human
body
’
s
a
wonderful
thing
.
I
mean
,
his
legs
go
all
over
the
place
but
there
’
s
a
fair
turn
of
speed
there
.
’
Mort
reached
the
end
of
a
furrow
.
An
overfull
woodpigeon
lurched
slowly
out
of
his
way
.
’
His
heart
’
s
in
the
right
place
,
mind
,
’
said
Lezek
,
carefully
.
’
Ah
.
’
Course
,
’
tis
the
rest
of
him
that
isn
’
t
.
’
