But sometimes the mind of the most sensible person encountered something so big, so complex, so alien to all understanding, that it told itself little stories about it instead. Most of the things humans busied themselves with weren’t real, either. But it did make you definite, and she was definite that what was happening around her was not, in any accepted sense, real. It did not make you popular, or cheerful, and - this seemed to her to be the most unfair bit - it didn’t even make you right. It was, she knew, a major character flaw. In each one another Susan was turning to look at her. There were other walls beyond, and other rooms, transparent as ice and visible only at the corners and where the light caught them. The walls of the room appeared, but she could see through them. It wouldn’t be yellow, you wouldn’t see fire, there would just be the searing whiteness of every overloaded sense screaming all at once. Susan wondered later if this was what it would be like at the heart of a star. Lobsang reached down and touched Jeremy’s hand with his fingertip. ‘What are you supposed to do when you are where you’re supposed to be?’ said Susan. They will have been discussing what to do.

‘We at least should not stay here,’ said Lady LeJean.

‘I’m wondering the same thing,’ said Susan. ‘Then what will happen,’ he said slowly, ‘when he comes round?’ A patch of white skin was reddening again. Lobsang winced, and glanced at his own hand. ‘It’s more complicated than that, I think.’ Susan picked up a limp hand and gently pinched the web of skin between thumb and forefinger. ‘His lips move when you speak,’ said Susan. Susan glanced at Lady LeJean, who said, ‘I saw it too, Susan.’ ‘I said, he looks quite like me,’ said Lobsang. She leaned closer to the unconscious form of Jeremy. ‘He looks quite like me,’ said Lobsang, and Susan blinked. They don’t start out as identical selves. But they are two different selves occupying bodies that, at least, start out identical. Think of identical twins, she told herself. And the selves had been born a second or so apart, and a lot of the universe can change in a second. Two different lives had indeed burned their unique tracks on the faces. There were differences, Susan had to admit. *** - Thief of Time (Terry Pratchett) | Read books online free without registration and downloading Terry Pratchett « Thief of Time» Subject: Comic Fantasy/Science-fiction ***

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