Edward Hopper Summertime

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looked at him blankly, paper halfway to his lips.
'Isn't what exciting?' he said.
'All this magic!'
'It's only lights,' said Cohen critically. 'He hasn't even produced doves out of his sleeves.'
'Yes, but can't youhad ducked instinctively, waiting for the explosion of white light or scintillating fireball or, in the case of Cohen, who had fairly low expectations, a few white pigeons, possibly a slightly crumpled rabbit.
It wasn't even an interesting nothing. Sometimes things can fail to happen sense the occult potentiality?' said Twoflower.Cohen produced a big yellow match from somewhere in his tobacco bag, looked at Wert for a moment, and with great deliberation struck the match on his fossilised nose.'Look,' he said to Twoflower, as kindly as he could manage. 'What do you expect? I've been around a long time, I've seen the whole magical thing, and I can tell you that if you go around with your jaw dropping all the time people hit it. Anyway, wizard's die just like anyone else when you stick a —'There was a loud snap as Rincewind shut the book. He stood up, and looked around.What happened next was this:Nothing.It took a little while for people to realise it. Everyone