Gustav Klimt The Virgin

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'Isn't the wizard in?'
'In, yes. In bed. Snoring his head off.'
'I thought they stayed up all night!'
'Not this one. Cup of cocoa around nine, dead to the world at five past.'
'I can't just let raven. 'Believe me. It all comes in a big box. You think candles get dribbly like that by themselves? That's three days' work for a skilled candle dribbler.'
`You're just making that up,' said Susan. 'Anyway, you can't just buy a skull.'
'You know best, I'm sure, being educated,' said the raven.
'What were you trying to tell me last night?'
'Tell you?' said the raven, with a guilty look on its beak.
'All that dah‑dah‑dah‑DAH stuff.'
The raven scratched its head.myself into his house!''Why not? You've come to see me. Anyway, I'm the brains of the outfit. He just wears the funny hat and does the hand waving.'Susan turned the key.It was warm inside. There was the usual wizardly paraphernalia ‑ a forge, a bench with bottles and bundles strewn over it, a bookcase with books rammed in anyhow, a stuffed alligator hanging from the ceiling, some very big candles that were just lava streams of wax, and a raven on a skull.`They get it all out of a catalogue,' said the