Thomas Kinkade Sunday at Apple Hill painting

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Badoomboom, went the heart, and his torso jerked. _Watch it or I'll really let you have it. Doomboombadoom_. Yes: this was Hell, all right. The city of London, transformed into Jahannum, Gehenna, Muspellheim.
Do devils suffer in Hell? Aren't they the ones with the pitchforks?
Water began to drip steadily through the dormer window. Outside, in the treacherous city, a thaw had come, giving the streets the unreliable consistency of wet cardboard. Slow masses of whiteness slid from sloping, grey-slate roofs. The footprints of delivery vans corrugated the slush. First light; and the dawn chorus began, chattering of road--drills, chirrup of burglar alarms, trumpeting of wheeled creatures clashing at corners, the deep whirr of a large olive--green garbage eater, screaming radio--voices from a wooden painter's cradle clinging