Claude Monet Houses of Parliament London

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might at least put them back where you find 'em,' he said, 'not leave piles of 'em around for old Albert to put back. have found it eerie. Now it was – reassuring. It demonstrated that the universe was running smoothly. His \ had been looking for the opening, gleefully reminded him that, all right, it might be running smoothly but it certainly wasn't heading in the right direction.
He made his way through the maze of shelves to the mysterious pile of books, and found it was gone. Albert had been in the kitchen, and Mort had never seen Death himself enter Anyway, it's not right, ogling the poor dead things. It probably turns you blind.''But I only —' Mort began, and remembered the damp lace handkerchief in his pocket, and shut up.He left Albert grumbling to himself and doing the washing up, and slipped into the library. Pale sunlight lanced down from the high windows, gently fading the covers on the patient, ancient volumes. Occasionally a speck of dust would catch the light as it floated through the golden shafts, and flare like a miniature supernova.Mort knew that if he listened hard enough he could hear the insect-like scritching of the books as they wrote themselves.Once upon a time Mort would