Hogfather - slip

'Drat,' said Susan.

'That's a very unusual swearword,' said the oh god nervously.

'It's so easy,' said Susan. 'If I want to, I can find anybody. It's a family trait.'

'Oh. Good.'

'No. Have you any idea how hard it is to be normal? The things you have to remember? How to go to sleep? How to forget things? What doorknobs are for?'

Why ask him, she thought, as she looked at his shocked face. All that's normal for him is remembering to throw up what someone else drank.

'Oh, come on,' she said, and hurried towards the stairs.

It was so easy to slip into immortality, to ride the horse, to know everything. And every time you did, it brought closer the day when you could never get off and never forget. Death was hereditary. You got it from your ancestors.

'Where are we going now?' said the oh god.

'Down to the YMPA,' said Susan.

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Hogfather - p212