Albert Bierstadt Valley of the Yosemite

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Happen often, does it?” said Casanunda.
“Not so much these days,” said Ridcully. “It’s like—what’s that word, Stibbons? About breedin’ and passin’ on stuff to yer kids?”
“Evolution,” said Ponder. The ripples were still sloshing against the banks.
“Right. Like, my father had a waistcoat with embroi-
dered peacocks on it, and he left it to me, and now I’ve got
it. They call Ridcully He turned, and leaned back on his elbows. “This really takes me back, you know. The old Lancre River. There’s trout down there that’d take your arm off.”
“Not just trout,” said Ponder, watching a helmet emerge from the water.
“And limpid pools further up,” said Ridcully. “Full of, of, of ... limpids, stuff like that. And you can bathe naked and no one’d see. And water meadows full of ... water, don’tyerknow, and flowers and stuff.” He sighed.
“You know, it was on this very bridge that she told meit hereditarery—““No, that’s not—“ Ponder began, with no hope whatso-ever that Ridcully would listen.“—so anyway, most people left back home know the differ-ence between apes and monkeys now,” said Ridcully. “Evolution, that is. It’s hard to breed when you’ve got a headache from being bounced up and down on the pavement.”158LOR08 ft/YO LftQfEQThe ripples had stopped now.“Do you think trolls can swim?” said Casanunda.“No. They just sink and walk ashore,” said