Mark Rothko Violet Green and Red 1951

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Goodnight.”
They kissed, and turned away, and headed for their own rooms.
The sheets on Magrat’s bed were just beginning to turn brown. She pulled out the warming pan and dropped it out of the window.
She glared at the garderobe.
Magrat was castle wall far below, where there was an opening from which biodegradability took place once a week by means of an organo-dynamic process known as Shawn Ogg and his wheelbarrow. That much Magrat understood. It kind of fit-ted in with the whole idea of royalty and commonality. What shocked her were the hooks.
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They were for storing clothes in the garderobe. Millie had explained probably the only person in Lancre who worried about things being biodegradable. Everyone else just hoped things would last and knew that damn near everything went rotten if you left it long enough.At home—correction, at the cottage where she used to live—there had been a privy at the bottom of the garden.She’d approved of it. With a regular bucket of ashes and a copy of last year’s Almanack on a nail and a bunch-of-grapes cutout on the door it functioned quite effectively. About once every few months she’d have to dig a big hole and get someone to help her move the shed itself.The garderobe was this: a sort of small roofed-in room inside the wall, with a wooden seat positioned over a large square hole that went down all the way to the foot of the