Berthe Morisot At the Ball

Berthe Morisot At the BallClaude Monet Woman In A Green DressClaude Monet Terrace at St AdresseClaude Monet Cliffs Near Dieppe
expect everything will turn out all right in the end,' said Twoflower.
Rincewind looked at him. Remarks like that always threw him.
'Do you really believe that?' he said. 'I mean, really?'
'Well, things generally do work out satisfactorily, when you come to think about it.'
'If you think the total last year is satisfactory then you might be right. I've lost count of the times I've nearly been killed —'
'Twenty-seven,' said Twoflower.
'What?'
'Twenty-seven times,' said Twoflower helpfully. 'I worked it out. But you never actually have.'
'What? The only thing he could be certain of was that he was getting a headache. He hoped that the Spell was somewhere in the area of the headache and really suffering.
When they rode out of the hollow both Rincewind and Twoflower were sharing a horse Worked it out?' said Rincewind, who was beginning to have the familiar feeling that the conversation had been mugged.'No. Been killed. Doesn't that seem a bit suspicious?''I've never objected to it, if that's what you mean,' said Rincewind. He glared at his feet. Twoflower was right, of course. The Spell was keeping him alive, it was obvious. No doubt if he jumped over a cliff a passing cloud would cushion his fall.The trouble with that theory, he decided, was that it only worked if he didn't believe it was true. The moment he thought he was invulnerable he'd be dead.So, on the whole it was wisest not to think about it at all.Anyway, he might be wrong.