John William Waterhouse Psyche Entering Cupid's Garden

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struggled over unyielding knees until he reached the aisle, and ran up it through the tendrils of fog. He hammered on the door of the picture‑throwing room. When that got no answer he kicked it down.
Bezam rubbish on Bezam’s bench for some scissors or a knife, and found neither. The machine whirred on, winding reality from the future to the past.
In the background, he could hear Gaspode saying, ‘I expect I’ve saved the day, right?’
The brain normally echoes with the shouts of various inconsequential thoughts seeking attention. It takes a real emergency to get them to shut up. It was happening now. One clear thought was staring intently at the screen through a small square hole cut in the wall. The picture‑thrower was click­ing away happily by itself. No‑one was turning the handle. At least, Victor corrected himself, no‑one he could see.There was a distant rumble, and the ground shook.He stared at the screen. He recognized this bit. It was just before the Burning of Ankh‑Morpork scene.His mind raced. What was it they said about the gods? They wouldn’t exist if there weren’t people to believe in them? And that applied to everything. Reality was what went on inside people’s heads. And in front of him were hundreds of people really believing what they were seeing . . .Victor scrabbled among the