He said, looking down at her body, “Dagny, what a magnificent waste!” She had to turn and escape. She felt herself blushing, for the first time in years: blushing because she knew suddenly that the sentence named what she had felt all evening.

Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. That's what life is after all.

The house even imitated human houses. Death had created a bedroom for himself, despite the fact that he never slept. If he really picked things up from humans, had he tried insanity? It was very popular, after all.

Written By Terry Pratchett

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