A two-thirtytwo, and eight, and a one!'
'See? How many bricks in that pile?'
Pause.
A sixteen, an eight, a four, a one!'
'Remember what I said about dividing by eight-and-two?'
Longer pause.
'Two-enty-nine . . .?'
'Right!'
'Right!'
'You can get there!'
'I can get there!'
'You're a natural at counting to two!'
'I'm a nat'ral at counting to two!'
'If you can count to two, you can count to anything!'
'If I can count to two, I can count to anything!'
And then the world is your mollusc!'
'My mollusc! What's a mollusc?'
Angua had to scurry to keep up with Carrot.
'Aren't we going to look at the opera house?' she said.
'Later. Anyone up there'll be long gone by the time we get there. We must tell the captain.'
'You think she was killed by the same thing as Hammer hock ?'
'Yes.'
'There are . . . niner birds.'
'That's right.'
'There are . . . one bridge.'
'Right.'
'There are . . . four-ten boats.'
All right.'
'There are . . . one tousand. Three hundret. Six-ty. Four bricks.'
'OK.'