Juan Gris The Painter's Window

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ave been you.' He shivered. 'It must be morning by now,' he said. 'Sod the rules, I'm taking us up. Hang on.'
'What to?' said Rincewind.
'Well, just indicate a general unwillingness to fall off,' said Belafon. He took a large iron pendulum out of his robe ten feet wide, and blueish.
'What an amazing panorama,' said Twoflower, his eyes shining.
'Um, what's keeping us up?' said Rincewind.
'Persuasion,' said Belafon, wringing out the hem of his robe.
'Ah,' said Rincewind sagely.and swung it in a series of baffling sweeps over the fire.Clouds whipped around them, there was a horrible feeling of heaviness, and suddenly the rock burst into sunlight.It levelled off a few feet above the clouds, in a cold but bright blue sky. The clouds that had seemed chillingly distant last night and horribly clammy this morning were now a fleecy white carpet, stretching away in all directions; a few mountain peaks stood out like islands. Behind the rock the wind of its passage sculpted the clouds into transient whirls. The rock—It was about thirty feet long and