In an act of self-preservation, I have found myself in the upper stacks near to the domed glass ceiling. The night sky is simply littered with stars tonight and my thoughts are pensive. The reason I am ensconced thus is that, alas, the market was sold out of bananas, so I am woefully unprepared to bargain with the elusive custodian.
However, I did discover a most beautiful tome on the origins of Discworld...how fascinating that the whole disc is supported by four giant 'star-tanned' elephants on the back of a turtle, the Great A'Tuin him (or her) self. I have set said tome aside for another day, as now I must catch up with Twoflower and Rincewind. I hope tomorrow will yield a better day at the market - I suspect that my presence will not be tolerated for much longer.
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