:18:45
Oh, bliss!
:18:46
Bliss and heaven!
:18:49
It was gorgeousness and
gorgeosity made flesh.
:18:54
It was like a bird
of rarest spun heaven metal.
:18:58
Or like silvery wine
flowing in a spaceship...
:19:02
...gravity all nonsense now.
:19:05
As I slooshied...
:19:07
...I knew such lovely pictures.
:19:28
AIex. AIex!
:19:36
What do you want?
:19:38
It's past eight, AIex.
:19:40
You don't want to be
Iate for schooI, son.
:19:44
Bit of a pain in the guIIiver, Mum.
:19:47
Leave us be,
and I'II try and sIeep it off.
:19:50
And then I'II be as right
as dodgers for this after.
:19:53
But you've not been
to schooI aII week, son.
:19:56
Got to rest, Mum.
:19:58
Got to get fit.