John William Waterhouse Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus

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Seconde Clown: Atsa right, Boss.
Third Clowne: [businesse with bladder on stick] Honk. Honk.
Hwel gave up. Yes, it was funny, he knew it was funny, he'd heard the laughter in his dreams. But it wasn't right. Not yet. MaybeThe river Ankh, the cloaca of half a continent, was already pretty wide and never. It was like the other idea about the two clowns, one fat, one thin . . . Thys ys amain Dainty Messe youe have got me into, Stanleigh . . . He had laughed until his chest ached, and the rest of the company had looked at him in astonishment. But in his dreams it was hilarious.He laid down the pen and rubbed his eyes. It must be nearly midnight, and the habit of a lifetime told him to spare the candles although, for a fact, they could afford all the candles they could eat now, whatever Vitoller might say.Hour gongs were being struck all across the city and nightwatchmen were proclaiming that it was indeed midnight and also that, in the face of all the evidence, all was well. Many of them got as far as the end of the sentence before being mugged.Hwel pushed open the shutters and looked out at Ankh-Morpork.It would be tempting to say the twin city was at its best this time of year, but that wouldn't be entirely correct. It was at its most typical.