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Jul. 12th, 2004 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maryxmasA Letter To Lancre:
Dear Jason ek setera (that is forn for 'and so forth,' and oh, my, your old mum is getting very soffiscated, wot with all the travelling these past few years):
Well, here I is in Ankh-Morpork. If possable (an I don't see how it Could Be), the place smells worse than it did the last time we was here, when young Agnes ran off and joined the opera and there were all that unpleasantness about Ghosts that wasn't and murders that was and skinny snobby gels stealing our Agnes' voice to become important. (I fixed that gel well and proper afore Esme and me left for home. I cursed her--just a little--so that her body wouldn't use up food as quick as it had been. Ten times slower, more like. I bet that now she's bigger than two of me and three of Agnes added together. Wonder what kind of a Opera Starre she is these days, with no voice and no looks. Hmph.)
Dear Jason ek setera (that is forn for 'and so forth,' and oh, my, your old mum is getting very soffiscated, wot with all the travelling these past few years):
Well, here I is in Ankh-Morpork. If possable (an I don't see how it Could Be), the place smells worse than it did the last time we was here, when young Agnes ran off and joined the opera and there were all that unpleasantness about Ghosts that wasn't and murders that was and skinny snobby gels stealing our Agnes' voice to become important. (I fixed that gel well and proper afore Esme and me left for home. I cursed her--just a little--so that her body wouldn't use up food as quick as it had been. Ten times slower, more like. I bet that now she's bigger than two of me and three of Agnes added together. Wonder what kind of a Opera Starre she is these days, with no voice and no looks. Hmph.)
