Salvador Dali Figure on the Rocks

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small, weary, moth‑eaten dog thought hard about the difference between looking and acting like a wonder dog and merely being one.
It said ‘Bugger.’

Victor remembered being frightened of tigers when he was young. In vain did people point out that the nearest tiger was three thousand miles away. He’d say, ‘Is there any sea between where they live and here?’ and ‘A bit. It’s very clammy down here.’
‘Is it your teeth I can hear chattering?’
‘Who else’s? No,’ he added hurriedly, ‘don’t even think about it.’
‘You know,’ she said, after a while, ‘I don’t remember anything about tying you up. I’m people would say, ‘Well, no, but‑‘ and he’d say, ‘Then it’s just a matter of distance.’Darkness was the same thing. All dreadful dark places were connected by the nature of darkness itself. Darkness was everywhere, all the time, just waiting for the lights to go out. Just like the Dungeon Dimensions, really. Just waiting for reality to snap.He held on tight to Ginger.‘You needn’t,’ she said. ‘I’ve got a grip on myself now.’‘Oh, good,’ he said weakly.‘The trouble is, so have you.’He relaxed.‘Are you cold?’ she said.