Sandro Botticelli The Story of Nastagio degli Onesti

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see you were a cultured person," Kring went on. " seldom do I get to meet really interesting people, for any length of time, anyway. What I'd really like is a nice mantelpiece to hang over, somewhere nice and quiet. I spent a couple of hundred years on the bottom of a lake once."
"That must have been fun," said Rincewind absently.
"Not really," said Kring.
"No, I suppose not."
"What I'd really like is to be a ploughshare. I don't know what that is, but it sounds like an existence with some point to .
Rincewind scratched his chin. "Hrun?" he suggested.
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"Well, if by attack you mean kill," said Rincewind, "I don't think he'd do that. He's not that sort. He'd just rob us and tie us up and leave us for the wolves, I expect."
"Oh, come on."it.Twoflower hurried over to the wizard"I had a great idea," he burbled."Yah," said Rincewind, wearily. "Why don't we get Hrun to accompany us to Quirm?"Twoflower looked amazed. "How did you know?" he said. "I just thought you'd think it," said Rincewind.Hrun ceased stuffing silverware into his saddlebags and grinned encouragingly at them. Then his eyes strayed back to the Luggage."If we had him with us, who'd attack us?" said Twoflower