Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of Woman

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he’ll come after you. Won’t you, Windle?’
‘Eh? Oh, yes. That’s right. Like a shot, ‘ said Windle, unhappily. ‘Now run along, there’s a good chap. OK?’
‘OggAy,’ said the prospective mugger. He was thinking: ‘Is eyes! Ike imlets!’
Lupine let don’t have this trouble. They just shut their eyes and wake up being born as someone else, or in some sort of heaven or, I suppose, possibly some sort of hell. Or they go and feast with the gods in their hall, which has never seemed a particularly great idea - gods are all right in their way, but not the kind of people a decent man would want to have a meal with. The Yen buddhists think you just become very rich. Some of the Klatchian religions say you go to a lovely garden full of young women, which doesn’t sound vgo. The man hit the cobbles, gave Windle one last terrified glance, and ran for it.‘Er, what do zombies do to people?’ said Windle. ‘I suppose I’d better know.’‘They tear them apart like a sheet of dry paper, ‘ said Lupine.‘Oh? Right,’ said Windle. They strolled on in silence. Windle was thinking: why me? Hundreds of people must die in this city every day. I bet they ery religious to me . . .
Windle found himself wondering how you applied for Klatchian nationality after death.