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Garoo


13 feb. 2005

Poets have tried to describe Ankh-Morpork. They have failed. Perhaps it’s the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it’s just that a city with a million inhabitants and no sewers is rather robust for poets, who prefer daffodils and no wonder. So let’s just say that Ankh-Morpork is as full of life as an old cheese on a hot day, as loud as a curse in a cathedral, as bright as an oil slick, as colorful as a bruise and as full of activity, industry, bustle and sheer exuberant busyness as a dead dog on a termite mound.

Terry Pratchett, Mort.

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M LeMaudit, 7 years ago:

Ben moi j'en suis au tome 6. Voilà.

Daria, 7 years ago:

*g* Alors, ça te plaît? :D

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