Мор - ученик смерти

           ’You’redead,’hesaid.

           Keliwaited.Shecouldn’tthinkofanysuitablereply.’I’mnot’lackedacertainstyle,while’Isitserious?’seemedsomehowtoofrivolous.

           ’DidIsayIthoughtthiswasgoingtobeserious?’saidCutwell.

           ’Ithinkyoudid,’saidKelicarefully,keepinghertonetotallylevel.

           ’Iwasright.’

           ’Oh.’

           ’Itcouldbefatal.’

           ’Howmuchmorefatal,’saidKeli,’thanbeingdead?’

           ’Ididn’tmeanforyou.’

           ’Oh.’

           ’Somethingveryfundamentalseemstohavegonewrong,yousee.You’redeadineverysensebutthe,er,actual.Imean,thecardsthinkyou’redead.Yourlifelinethinksyou’redead.Everythingandeveryonethinksyou’redead.’

           ’Idon’t,’saidKeli,buthervoicewaslessthanconfident.

           ’I’mafraidyouropiniondoesn’tcount.’

           ’Butpeoplecanseeandhearme!’

           ThefirstthingyoulearnwhenyouenrollatUnseenUniversity,I’mafraid,isthatpeopledon’tpaymuchattentiontothatsortofthing.It’swhattheirmindstellthemthat’simportant.’