Quote #12
All is mutability, and thus your three hundred terces has fluctuated to three.
More from Jack Vance
- Am I known as Cugel the Clever for nothing?
- We go to the image expander; there we will explode the ghost to the macroid dimension.
- I become drunk as circumstances dictate.
- First you are swathed head to foot in the intestines of fresh killed owls.
- She contrived to twist her body into first one luxurious position, then another.
- The contingency is remote.
- Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic!
- My talismans are not obviously useless.