“ ‘Don’t rush off,’ he said. ‘I always look foward to these talks. What’s happened to the usual fellow?’
‘Usual fellow?’ said Mort, bewildered.
‘Tall chap. Black cloak. Doesn’t get enough to eat, by the look of him,’ said the abbot.
‘Usual fellow? You mean Death?’ said Mort.
‘That’s him,’ said the abbot, cheerfully.
Mort’s mouth hung open. ‘Die a lot, do you?’ he managed.
‘A fair bit. A fair bit. Of course,’ said the abbot, ‘once you get the hang of it, it’s only a matter of practice.’ ”
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‘Usual fellow?’ said Mort, bewildered.
‘Tall chap. Black cloak. Doesn’t get enough to eat, by the look of him,’ said the abbot.
‘Usual fellow? You mean Death?’ said Mort.
‘That’s him,’ said the abbot, cheerfully.
Mort’s mouth hung open. ‘Die a lot, do you?’ he managed.
‘A fair bit. A fair bit. Of course,’ said the abbot, ‘once you get the hang of it, it’s only a matter of practice.’ ”
— Mort (by Terry Pratchett)
