[Verit]

а вообще - еще в пятницу закончила, - я перечитала Мелких богов.

нет слов, нет слов ни в одном языке, чтоб выразить, как я эту книгу люблю. господи. она... безумная. невыносимая, ну. до колик.
ужасная совершенно. и самая прекрасная. все внутри сворачивается.

ну как так можно.

all the feelings.
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'No! Tortoises are cynics. They always expect the worst.'
'Why?'
'I don't know. Because it often happens to them I suppose.'

не самое важное

Vorbis had a terrible memory for names. He knew every one.

Suspicion was proof. How could it be anyhing else? The Great God would not have seen fit to put the suspicion in the minds of His esquisitors unless it was right that it should be there. Life could be very simple, if you believe in the Great God Om. And sometimes quite short, too.

Om, bumping along in Brutha's pack, began to feel the acute depression that steals over every realist in the presence of an optimist.