Frederic Edwin Church Sunset

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the other curtain!’
‘One, two, three . . . now!’
Windle blinked in the invasive sunlight.
The wizards held their breath.
‘I ‘m sorry,’ he said.’It doesn’t seem to work.’
They sagged again.
‘, Windle, is not doing you any good,’ he said, and slammed the door behind him.
After a few seconds the four screws holding the door handle very slowly unscrewed themselves. They rose up and orbited near the ceiling for a while, and then fell.
Windle thought about this for a while.
Memories. He had lots of them. One hundred and thirty years of memories. When he was alDon’t you feel anything?’ said Ridcully.‘No sensation of crumbling into dust and blowing away?’ said the Senior Wrangler hopefully.‘My nose tends to peel if I ‘m out in the sun too long,’ said Windle.’I don ‘t know if that’s any help.’ He tried to smile.The wizards looked at one another and shrugged.‘Get out,’ said the Archchancellor. They trooped out. Ridcully followed them. He paused at the door and waved a finger at Windle.‘This uncooperative attitudeive he hadn’t been able to remember one-hundredth of the things he knew but now he was dead