Bill Door sighed. IT MAY NEVER BE SHARP ENOUGH.
"Come on, man, no sense in giving in," said Miss Flitworth. "Where there's life, eh?"
WHERE THERE'S LIFE EH WHAT?
"There's hope?"
IS THERE?
"Right enough."
Bill Door ran a bony finger along the edge.
HOPE?
"Got anything else to try?"
Bill shook his head. He'd tried a number of emotions, but this was a new one.
Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man










