Edmund Blair Leighton Stitching the Standard

Edmund Blair Leighton Stitching the StandardFrancois Boucher Nude on a SofaFrank Dicksee La Belle Dame Sans MerciBenjamin Williams Leader The Last Gleam, Wargrave on ThamesGustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger La Fille De Ferme
although the Death of the Discworld was used to dealing with people by the million, at the same time every death was intimate and personal.
Death was seldom seen except by those of an occult persuasion and his clients themselves. The reason that no-one else saw him was that the human brain is clever enough to edit sights too horrible for it to cope with, but the problem, through teeth fixed in a grimace.
Death gave him a manic grin of stagefright.
WHAT? he whispered, in a voice like an anvil being hit with a small lead hammer.
' ". . . lock will hold, nor fasten'd portal . . .",' said Tomjon encouragingly.
. . . LOCK WILL HOLD NOR FASTEN'D PORTAL . . . UH . . . repeated Death desperately, watching his lips.
' ". . . bar! . . ." ' here was that several hundred people were in fact expecting to see Death at this point, and were therefore seeing him.Death turned slowly and stared back at hundreds of watching eyes.Even in the grip of the truth Tomjon recognised a fellow actor in distress, and fought for mastery of his lips.' ". . . lock will hold . . ." ' he whispered