‘Delivering the mail is the uggs discount only thing,’ said Moist, and hesitated again. Just on the edge of hearing was a whispering.
     ‘Is there a problem?’ said Miss Cripslock.
     ‘What? No! What was I— Yes, it’s the right thing. History is not to be denied, Miss Cripslock. And we are a communicating species, Miss Cripslock!’ Moist raised his voice to drown out the whispering. ‘The mail must get through! It must be delivered!’
     ‘Er . . . you needn’t shout, Mr Lipwig,’ said the reporter, leaning backwards.
     Moist tried to discount uggs for women get a grip, and the whispering died down a little.
     ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, and cleared his throat. ‘Yes, I intend to deliver all the mail. If people have moved, we will try to find them. If they have died, we’ll try to deliver to their descendants. The post will be delivered. We are tasked to deliver it, and deliver it we will. What else should we do with it? Burn it? Throw it in the ugg boots on sale river? Open it to decide if it’s important? No, the letters were entrusted to our care. Delivery is the only way.’
     The whispering had almost died away now, so he went on: ‘Besides, we need the space. The Post Office is being reborn!’ He pulled out the sheet of stamps. ‘With these!’
     She peered at them, puzzled. ‘Little pictures of Lord Vetinari?’ she said.
     ‘Stamps, Miss Cripslock. One of those stuck on a letter will ensure delivery anywhere ugg boots on sale within the city. These are early sheets, but tomorrow we will be selling them gummed and perforated for ease of use. I intend to make it easy to use the post. Obviously we are still finding our feet, but soon I intend that we should be capable of delivering a letter to anyone, anywhere in the world.’
     It was a stupid thing to say, but his tongue had taken over.
     ‘Aren’t you being rather ambitious, Mr Lipwig?’ discount uggs for women she said.
     ‘I’m sorry, I don’t know any other way to be,’ said Moist.
     ‘I was thinking that we do have the clacks now.’
     ‘The clacks?’ said Moist. ‘I dare say the clacks is wonderful if you wish to know the prawn market figures from Genua. But can you write S.W.A.L.K. on a clacks? Can you seal it with a loving kiss? Can you cry tears on to a clacks, can you smell it, can you enclose a discount uggs for women pressed flower? A letter is more than just a message. And a clacks is so expensive in any case that the average man in the street can just about afford it in a time of crisis: GRANDADS DEAD FUNERAL TUES. A day’s wages to send a message as warm and human as a thrown knife? But a letter is real.’