Claude Monet Zaandam

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Every generation or so a few enthusiastic explorers doubted this and set out to prove it wrong. Strangely enough, none of them had ever come back to announce the result of their researches.
The following analogy would, therefore, have been meaningless to Mort.
He felt as if he'd been shipwrecked on the Titanic but in the nick of time had been rescued. By the Lusitonia.
He felt as the bookshelves. A few hours' sleep would be a good idea, too.
Then he heard a gasp, the brief patter of running feet, and the slam of a door. When he peered around the nearest bookcase there was nothing there except a stool with a couple of books though he'd thrown a snowball on the spur of the moment and watched the ensuing avalanche engulf three ski resorts.He felt history unravelling all around him.He felt he needed someone to talk to, quickly.That had to mean either Albert or Ysabell, because the thought of explaining everything to those tiny blue pinpoints was not one he cared to contemplate after a long night. On the rare occasions Ysabell deigned to look in his direction she made it clear that the only difference between Mort and a dead toad was the colour. As for Albert. . . .All right, not the perfect confidant, but definitely the best in a field of one.Mort slid down the steps and threaded his way back through