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doesn’t it?’
‘May I?’ said Dibbler, taking a piece of chalk from Silverfish’s desk. He scribbled intently on the back of the card for a while, and then turned it around.
Now it read:

Goddes and Men Saide It Was Notte To Bee, But They
Would it was also their own.
‘Well, well,’ said Silverfish. ‘My word . . . I don’t know if there was anything actually forbidden. Er. It was just very historical. I thought it would help, you know, children and so on. Learn about history. They never actually met, you know, which was what was so tragic. It was all Notte Listen! Pelias and Melisande, A Storie of Forbiden Love! A searing Sarger of Passion that Bridged Spaes and Tyme! Thys wille shok you! With a 1,000 elephants! Victor and Silverfish read it carefully, as one reads a dinner menu in an alien language. This was an alien language, and to make it worse