Leonardo da Vinci picture of the last supper

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Gaspode?’ he said hesitantly. Fog’s just fog, he repeated. But it feels crowded. It feels like that, if it suddenly went away, I’d see lots of people watching me. From outside. And that’s ridiculous, because I am outside, so there’s nothing outside of outside. And it’s flickering.
‘I expect you’ll be wantin’ me to lead the way,’ said a smug voice by his knee.
‘It’s very quiet, isn’t it?’ said Victor, trying to sound nonchalant. ‘I expect it’s the fog muffling in this stuff,’ he said. ‘We thought you’d got lost. Come on, it’s nearly noon. We’re more or less ready to go.’
‘I’m ready.’
‘Good.’ Fog droplets had condensed on Soll’s hair and clothing. ‘Er,’ he said. ‘Where are we, exactly?’
Victor turned around. His lodgings had been behind him.everything.’‘O’corse, maybe gharstely creatures have come up out o’ the sea and murthered every mortal soul except us,’ said Gaspode conversationally.‘Shut up!’Something loomed up out of the brightness. As it got closer it got smaller, and the tentacles and antennae that Victor’s imagination had been furnishing became the more‑or‑less ordinary arms and legs of Soll Dibbler.‘Victor?’ he said uncertainly. Soll’s relief was visible. ‘Can’t see a thing