What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 65: Dear Peter, The persistence of these people! Amazing! They hang on, following me everywhere like a trailing cloud, and sometimes if I stop suddenly, their inertia keeps them drifting on until they’ve caught up with me and they surround me more like fog than a cloud.
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What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 65: Dear Peter, The persistence of these people! Amazing! They hang on, following me everywhere like a trailing cloud, and sometimes if I stop suddenly, their inertia keeps them drifting on until they’ve caught up with me and they surround me more like fog than a cloud.