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↓ TranscriptChapter 14 (An illustration of a vaguely medieval Danse Macabre type scene: Death is wearing a loose shroud rather than a robe, playing a clarinet-like instrument (a shawm), and leading three dancing figures – a barefoot peasant child, a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ Transcript(Emily and Dee are on the school bus sharing earbuds; Dee is looking pensively out the window. They step off the bus.) Emily: What’ve you been looking so deep in thought about? Dee: Hm? Oh, I was just… (He[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptEmily: That would be nice. I’d ask about the colours that the one in ‘The Book Thief’ sees. Dee: Mm. Emily: It sounds like some kind of synesthesia. Dee: No it doesn’t, there’s no… mix-up of sensory experience. He[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptEmily: You’re not the only one who can empathise. We humans pride ourselves on empathy, you know. Dee: I know, but… It’s still more understanding than I had expected. Emily: I wasn’t surprised at all. It’s not that hard[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ Transcript(They are now passing the graffiti wall; behind them, various tags and things drawn on it include a weird face, a tag that says JAMBS, a bomb with ‘WE SHALL LIVE FOREVER MORE’ written on it, a large tag[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptEmily: I am. Dee: No you’re not. Emily: What? Yes I- Dee (returns, angrily pointing at her): No. You live in a society which puts all sorts of constraints on your behaviour. You are physically incapable of so much[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptDee: Ok, um… well, it’s important, for one thing. Life as we know it couldn’t exist without me. I get to see all sorts of things; lots aren’t horrific at all. Some are absolutely fantastic. I mean… just being[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ Transcript(They have reached Emily’s front fence.) Dee: I doubt I was any good, but people seemed to enjoy themselves. At least, I certainly did. I only stopped because after people moved on from that depiction it seemed a little…[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptDee: No. Emily: You are! I never realized that before! Dee: That’s because I’m not. Emily: No but you are! In Egypt and Greece and those places – you were a god there, weren’t you? You would have been[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptEmily (shrugging): Gods can be slaves, can’t they? Dee: Doesn’t matter, because I’m neither. I am Death, nothing more, nothing less. Emily: I’m sure you qualify as a god. I’m going to look it up. I’ll look them both[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…