Salvador Dali Persistence of Memory

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You mean it’s all pretending?’ said Victor.
The trolls exchanged a brief glance, which nevertheless contrived to say: amazing, isn’t it, that things like this apparently rule the world?.
‘Yeah,’ said Rock. ‘That’s it. Nuffin’s real.’
‘We ain’t They needed a way in.
They found it.

It worked quite well, the sixth time. The main problem was the trolls’ enthusiasm for hitting each other, the ground, the air and, quite often, themselves. In the end, Victor just concentrated on trying allowed to kill you,’ said Morraine reassuringly. ‘That’s right,’ said Rock. ‘We wouldn’t go round killin’ you.’ ‘They stops our money if we does things like that,’ said Morraine, morosely. Outside the fault in reality They clustered, peering in with something approaching eyes at the light and warmth. There was a crowd of them by now. There had been a way through, once. To say that they remembered it would be wrong, because they had nothing as sophisticated as memory. They barely had anything as sophisticated as heads. But they did have instincts and emotions.