An odd thought suddenly struck him. It took him by considerable surprise, but he couldn't really see what was wrong with it.

In the great debate that has raged for centuries about what, if anything, happens to you after death, be it heaven, hell, purgatory or extinction, one thing has never been in doubt - that you would at least know the answer when you were dead.

Gordon Way was dead, but he simply hadn't the slightest idea what he was meant to do about it. It wasn't a situation he had encountered before.

The problem with the valley was this. The Monk currently believed that the valley and everything in the valley and around it, including the Monk itself and the Monk's horse, was a uniform shade of pale pink. This made for a certain difficulty in distinguishing any one thing from any other thing, and therefore made doing anything or going anywhere impossible, or at least difficult and dangerous. Hence the immobility of the Monk and the boredom of the horse, which had had to put up with a lot of silly things in its time but was secretly of the opinion that this was one of the silliest.

"Velkommen til mine kontorer, forresten."
Han viftet vagt med en hånd rundt i de sjaskete omgivelsene.
"Lyset virker," sa han og pekte på vinduet, "gravitasjonen virker," sa han og slapp en penn ned på gulvet. "Med alt annet får vi bare håpe det beste."

Skjønner du ikke at vi må være barnslige for å forstå? Bare et barn ser ting med perfekt klarhet,for det har ikke utviklet alle de filtrene som forhindrer oss i å se ting vi ikke forventer å se?

Gordon hadn't realised up till this point that it was possible for a ghost to faint. He realised it now and did it. He was woken a couple of hours later by the sound of his gas cooker exploding.

Den elektriske munken var en arbeidssparende innretning, i likhet med en oppvaskmaskin eller en videoopptaker. Oppvaskmaskiner vasker kjedelige oppvasker for deg så du slipper å vaske dem selv, videoopptakere ser på kjedelig tv-programmer for deg så du slipper å plage deg med å se på dem selv. Elektriske munker trodde på ting for deg, og sparte deg dermed for en stadig større byrde; å tro på alt det verden forventet at du skulle tro på. Dessverre hadde denne elektriske munken utviklet en feil, den hadde begynt å tro på alt mulig rart, mer eller mindre på måfå. Det hadde til og med begynt å tro på ting de hadde problemer med å tro på

Men Richard hadde begynt å føle at hele verden hadde flyttet seg en centimeter vekk fra ham, som om han var en person i en deoderantannonse.