“ …Now, if you could give me a lift as far as the nearest village, I imagine I’m being conceived about now.’
‘Conceived? But you’ve just died!’ said Mort.
‘Yes, but, you see, I have what you might call a season ticket,’ the abbot explained.
Light dawned on Mort, but very slowly. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘I’ve read about this. Reincarnation, yes?’
‘That’s the word. Fifty-three times so far. Or fifty-four.’ ”
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‘Conceived? But you’ve just died!’ said Mort.
‘Yes, but, you see, I have what you might call a season ticket,’ the abbot explained.
Light dawned on Mort, but very slowly. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘I’ve read about this. Reincarnation, yes?’
‘That’s the word. Fifty-three times so far. Or fifty-four.’ ”
— Mort (by Terry Pratchett)
(Source: scitchet)
