How's the blood-stream, my dear, invaluable little woman? How's the blood-stream?"...
"It's quite comfortable, sir...I think, sir, thank you."...
"Aha!"..."a comfortable stream, is it? Aha! v-e-r-y good. V-e-r-y good. Dawdling 'twixt hill and hill, no doubt. Meandering through groves of bone, threading the tissues and giving what sustenance it can to your dear old body...I am so glad. But in yourself - right deep down in yourself - how do you feel? Carnally speaking, are you at peace - from the dear grey hairs of your head to the patter of your little feet - are you at peace?"
"What does he mean, dear?" said poor Mrs. Slagg, clutching Fuschia's arm....
"He wants to know if you feel well or not.

Autore: Mervyn Peake

How's the blood-stream, my dear, invaluable little woman? How's the blood-stream?"...<br />"It's quite comfortable, sir...I think, sir, thank you."...<br />"Aha!"..."a comfortable stream, is it? Aha! v-e-r-y good. V-e-r-y good. Dawdling 'twixt hill and hill, no doubt. Meandering through groves of bone, threading the tissues and giving what sustenance it can to your dear old body...I am <i>so</i> glad. But in your<i>self</i> - right deep down in your<i>self</i> - how do you feel? Carnally speaking, are you at peace - from the dear grey hairs of your head to the patter of your little feet - are you at peace?" <br />"What does he mean, dear?" said poor Mrs. Slagg, clutching Fuschia's arm....<br />"He wants to know if you feel well or not. - Mervyn Peake


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