Paul Cezanne The Banks of the Marne

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the stairs,’ said Windle.
‘Don’t be silly, Mr Poons. Stairs don’t suck.’
Windle looked down.
‘These ‘You want to stand on them?’
‘No. But the wizards aren’t on this floor and it’s that or slide down the handrail. Have you looked closely at the handrail?’ They looked at the handrail.
‘I think,’ said Doreen nervously, ‘that down is more us.’ They went down in silence. Arthur fell over at the point where the travelling stairs were sucked into the floor again. ‘I had this horrible feeling it was going to drag me under,’ he said apologetically, and then looked around him.
‘It’s big,’ he concluded.’Roomy. I could do wonders down here with some stone-effect wallpaper.’
Ludmilla wandered over to the nearest wall.do.’They were black, like a sloping river. As the dark substance flowed out from under the floor it humped itself into something resembling steps, which travelled up the slope until they disappeared under the floor again, somewhere above. When the steps emerged they made a slow, rhythmic shlup-shlup noise, like someone ‘Do you know,’ said Ludmilla, ‘that’s quite possibly the most unpleasant thing I’ve ever seen?’‘I’ve seen worse,’ said Windle. ‘But it’s pretty bad.Shall we go up or down?’