Salvador Dali Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate

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no skin off my nose what you believe, madam,' he said.
'You really mean the tall figure with the scythe and everything?'
'Yes.''I remember when you got brought here,' he said. 'He'd kept on asking, you see. He was curious. He likes kids. Sees a lot of them really, but . . . not to get to know, if you see what I mean. Your mum and dad didn't want to, but they gave in and brought you all here for tea one day just to keep him quiet. They didn't like to do it because they thought you'd be scared and scream the place down. But you . . . you didn't scream. You laughed. Frightened the life out of your dad, that did. They brought you a couple more times when he asked, but then they got scared about what might happen and 'Look, Albert,' said Susan, in the voice one uses to the simple­minded, 'even if there was a "Death" like that, and frankly it's quite ridiculous to go anthropomorphizing a simple natural function, no‑one can inherit anything from it. I know about heredity. It's all about having red hair and things. You get it from other people. You don't get it from . . . myths and legends. Um.'The Death of Rats had gravitated to the cheeseboard, where he was using his scythe to hack off a lump. Albert sat back.