fredag 9. mars 2018

The Zen of Terry Pratchett on Gold and Landscape

Sunlight poured like gold across the sleeping landscape. (Not precisely of course. Trees didn’t burst into flame, people didn’t suddenly become very rich and extremely dead, and the seas didn’t flash into steam. A better simile, in fact, would be, “not like molten gold.”)

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