[Talking of the future doesn't seem to strike her as any better; she glances away, expression unreadable, but certainly not pleased. He's right, of course, but... She thinks of Stildyne's advice, which was more or less the same. The future is the future, and the now is the now.
And Ankh-Morpork is very, very far away, and not just in mileage, and George... isn't.
She smiles wanly, putting her other hand atop his.]
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And Ankh-Morpork is very, very far away, and not just in mileage, and George... isn't.
She smiles wanly, putting her other hand atop his.]
And what moment was that, exactly, Mr. Crabtree?