"If you want to see anything," said Simon, "You'll have to get up there. Do you mind heights?"
"Speaking for myself," said Gaunt, "they inspire me with vertigo, nausea, and a strongly marked impulse toward felo-de-se. However, having come so far I refuse to turn back. That fence looks tolerably strong. I shall clint to it." He smiled at Barbara. "If you happen to notice a mad glint of suicide in my eye," he said, "I wish you'd fling your arms round me and thus restore me to my nobler self."
(from Colour Scheme, by Dame Ngaio Marsh)
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