Piet Mondrian Composition with Yellow Blue and Red

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'Where are they all coming from?' he said.
'You're the expert. You tell me.
'Are they dead?'
Ptaclusp scrutinised some of the approaching marchers.
'If they're not, some of them are awfully ill,' he said.
'Let's make a run for it!'
'Where to? Up the pyramid?'
The Great Pyramid loomed up behind them, its throbbing filling the air. Ptaclusp stared at it.
'What's going to happen tonight?' he said.
'What?'
'Well, is it going to - do whatever it did - again?'
IIb stared at him. 'Dunno.'
'Can you findhappen now, sergeant?'
The sergeant moved a foot tentatively. The atmosphere would have induced claustrophobia in a sardine.
'Well, lad. They'll find us, see, and be so impressed they'll out?' 'Only by waiting. I'm not even sure what it's done now. 'Are we going to like it?' 'I shouldn't think so, dad. Oh, dear.' 'What's up now?' 'Look over there.' Heading towards the marching dead, trailing behind Koomi like a tail behind a comet, were the priests. It was hot and dark inside the horse. It was also very crowded. They waited, sweating. Young Autocue stuttered: 'What'll