Nicolas De Stael Fiesole 1953

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a temple,' he said, and his voice boomed away into the distance.
'Writing here on wall,' said Detritus.
Cuddy peered at the letters hacked deeply into the stone.
' "VIA CLOACA",' slime.
' "Cirone IV me fabricat",' he read aloud. 'He was one of the early kings, wasn't he? Hey . . . do you know what that means?'
'No-one's been down here since yesterday,' said Detritus.
'No! This place . . . this place is more than two thousand years old. We're he said. 'Hmm. Well, now . . . via is an old word for street or way. Cloaca means . . .'He peered into the gloom.'This is a sewer,' he said.'What that?''It's like . . . well, where do trolls dump their . . . rubbish?' said Cuddy.'In street,' said Detritus. 'Hygienic.' 'This is . . . an underground street just for . . . well, for crap,' said Cuddy. 'I never knew Ankh-Morpork had them.''Maybe Ankh-Morpork didn't know Ankh-Morpork had them,' said Detritus.'Right. You're right. This place is old. We're in the bowels of the earth.''In Ankh-Morpork even the shit have a street to itself,' said Detritus, awe and wonder in his voice. 'Truly, this a land of opportunity.''Here's some more writing,' said Cuddy. He scraped away some