Salvador Dali Morphological Echo

Salvador Dali Morphological EchoSalvador Dali Dali at the Age of SixJoseph Mallord William Turner Frosty MorningJoseph Mallord William Turner Whitby
was a murmur of vague agreement. Vimes reached for his glass.
'Willikins, I don't think Captain Vimes wants any wine,' said Lady Ramkin.
'Wrong!' said . 'Very limited capacity, surely. Fact of measure-ment.'
'And you never see their women,' said Lady Sara Omnius. 'I find that very . . . suspicious. You know what they say about dwarfs,' she added darkly.
Vimes sighed. He was just about aware that you saw their women all the time, although they looked just like the male dwarfs. Surely everyone knew that, who knew anything about dwarfs?Vimes cheerfully. 'And while we're on the subject, how about the dwarfs?''I don't know if anyone's noticed,' said Lord Eorle, 'but you certainly don't see as many dogs about as you used to.'Vimes stared. It was true about the dogs. There didn't seem to be quite so many mooching around these days, that was a fact. But he'd visited a few dwarf bars with Carrot, and knew that dwarfs would indeed eat dog, but only if they couldn't get rat. And ten thousand dwarfs eating continuously with knife, fork and shovel wouldn't make a dent in Ankh-Morpork's rat population. It was a major feature in dwarfish letters back home: come on, everyone, and bring the ketchup.'Notice how small their heads are?' he managed