Paul Cezanne Leda with Swan

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Good idea,” said Weaver.
“Wasn’t it your idea?” said Jason.
“I thought you said it.”
“I thought you did.”
“Who cares who said it?” said Thatcher. “’S’a good idea.
Seems ... right.”
“What was that about the miffic quality?”
“What’s miffic?”
Terry Pratchett
“Something you’ve got to have,” said Weaver, theatrical expert. “Very important, your miffics.”
“Me mam said let it sink again, “but old Weezen over in Slice told me once he shot a hare in the leg one night and next day she passed him on the lane and said ‘Ouch’ and gave him a rigno one was to go—“ Jason began.“We shan’t be doing any dancing or anything,” said Carter. “I can see you don’t want people skulking around up here by ‘emselves, doin’ magic. But it can’t be wrong if everyone comes here. I mean, the king and everyone. Your mam, too. Hah, I’d like to see any girls with no drawers on get past her!”“I don’t think it’s just—“ Jason began.“And the other one’ll be there, too,” said Weaver.They considered Granny Weatherwax.“Cor, she frightens the life out of me, her,” said Thatcher, eventually. “The way she looks right through you. I wouldn’t say a word against her, mark you, a fine figure of a woman,” he said loudly, and then added rather more quietly, “but they do say she creeps around the place o’nights, as a hare or a bat or something. Changes her shape and all. Not that I believes a word of it,” he raised his voice, then ht ding across the back of his head.”
“My dad said,” said Weaver, “that one day he was lead-
ing our old cow to market and it took ill and fell down in