Mark Rothko Blue Green and Brown

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heard. Granny Weatherwax never made things up.
At the end of it she said, 'Well.'
'My feelings exactly.'
'Fancy that.'
'Quite so.'
'And what did the animals do then?'
'Went away. It had brought them there, it let them go.'
'No one et anyone else?'
'Not where I saw.'
'Funny thing.'
'Right a living idea. Made up of everything that's alive and what they're thinking. And what the people before them thought.'
Magrat reappeared and began to lay the fire with the air of one in a trance.
'I can see you've been thinking about this a lot,' saienough.'Nanny Ogg stared at the setting sun.'I don't reckon a lot of kingdoms do that sort of thing,' she said. 'You saw the theatre. Kings and such are killing one another the whole time. Their kingdoms just make the best of it. How come this one takes offence all of a sudden?''It's been here a long time,' said Granny.'So's everywhere,' said Nanny, and added, with the air of a lifetime student, 'Everywhere's been where it is ever since it was first put there. It's called geography.''That's just about land,' said Granny. 'It's not the same as a kingdom. A kingdom is made up of-all sorts of things. Ideas. Loyalties. Memories, It all sort of exists together. And then all these things create some kind of life. Not a body kind of life, more like d Nanny, speaking very slowly and carefully. 'And this kingdom wants a better king, is that it?'