During his 2000 years of misadventures, Lazarus Long has loved and lost and loved again, so
now he’s to die, unless Minerva can think of an exciting adventure: perhaps visiting his
own childhood?
This sad little lizard told me he was a brontosaurus on his mother’s side. I did not
laugh, people who boast of ancestry often have little else to sustain them. Humoring them
costs nothing and adds to happiness in a world in which happiness is always in short
supply.
This sad little lizard told me he was a brontosaurus on his mother’s side. I did not
laugh, people who boast of ancestry often have little else to sustain them. Humoring them
costs nothing and adds to happiness in a world in which happiness is always in short
supply.
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