Visible Procrastinations
“He…” Richard began. “The marquis. Well, you know, to be honest, he seems a little bit dodgy to me.”
Door stopped. The steps dead-ended in a rough brick wall. “Mm,” she agreed. “He’s a little bit dodgy in the same way that rats are a little bit covered in fur.”
― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

“He…” Richard began. “The marquis. Well, you know, to be honest, he seems a little bit dodgy to me.”
Door stopped. The steps dead-ended in a rough brick wall. “Mm,” she agreed. “He’s a little bit dodgy in the same way that rats are a little bit covered in fur.”
― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

“Mind the gap!”
― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

“Mind the gap!”
― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

“She smiled again. “Do you like cat?” she said.
“Yes,” said Richard. “I quite like cats.”
Anaesthesia looked relieved. “Thigh?” she asked, “or breast?”
― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

“She smiled again. “Do you like cat?” she said.
“Yes,” said Richard. “I quite like cats.”
Anaesthesia looked relieved. “Thigh?” she asked, “or breast?”
― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere