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more interest in these things, he'd realized the role people seemed to think that colour played in concepts like, for example, roses. But he'd made them black. He liked black. It went with anything. It went with everything, sooner or later.
The humans he'd SORRY. I WAS THINKING. WHAT WAS IT YOU SAID?
'Camomile tea?'
I THOUGHT THAT WAS A KIND OF SOAP.
'You can put it in soap or tea, sir,' said Albert. He was worried. He was known ‑ and there had been a few ‑ had responded to the impossible size of the rooms in a strange way, by simply ignoring them.Take Albert, now. The big door had opened, Albert had stepped through, carefully balancing a cup and saucer . . .. . . and a moment later had been well inside the room, on the edge of the relatively small square of carpet that surrounded Death's desk. Death gave up wondering how Albert covered the intervening space when it dawned on him that, to his servant, there was no intervening space . . .'I've brought you some camomile tea, sir,' said Albert.HMM?'Sir?'