Os presento una de mis debilidades; Terry Pratchett: el único que es capaz de arrancarme una risotada;
THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, said Death.
'What does it contain, then?'
ME.
'Besides you I mean!'
Death gave him a puzzled look. I'M SORRY?
The storm reached its howling peak overhead. A seagull went past backwards.
'I meant,' said Ipslore, bitterly, 'what is there in this world that makes living worth while?'
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually, CATS ARE NICE.
'Curse you!'
MANY HAVE, said Death, evenly.
(Sourcery)
