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@@ -1960,26 +1960,202 @@ took a desparate stab at it--"you're Home Economics!"
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# The original publication of /Eric/ featured extensive illustrations by
# Josh Kirby but the mass-market paperback edition contains none of them
# and omits his name. In the Harper Torch edition, the list of other
# books by the same auther has "Eric (with Josh Kirby)" even though the
# copyright and title pages of that very book do not mention him.
#
%title Eric (2)
%title Eric (9)
# pp. 3-4 (Harper Torch edition)
%passage 1
No enemies had ever taken Ankh-Morpork. Well, /technically/ they had, quite
often; the city welcomed free-spending barbarian invaders, but somehow the
puzzled raiders always found, after a few days, that they didn't own their
own horses any more, and within a couple of months they were just another
minority group with its own graffiti and food shops.
No enemies had ever taken Ankh-Morpork. Well, /technically/ they had,
quite often; the city welcomed free-spending barbarian invaders, but
somehow the puzzled raiders always found, after a few days, that they
didn't own their own horses anymore, and within a couple of months they
were just another minority group with its own graffiti and food shops.
[Eric, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 195
%passage 2
Rincewind looked down at the broad steps they were climbing. They were
something of a novelty; each one was built out of large stone letters. The
one he was just stepping on to, for example, read: I Meant It For The Best.
"I can see blue sky!" said Eric. "Where do you think we'll come out?" he
added. "And when?"
"Anywhere," said Rincewind. "Anytime."
He looked down at the broad steps they were climbing. They were something
of a novelty; each one was built out of large stone letters. The one he
was just stepping on to, for example, read: I Meant It For The Best.
The next one was: I Thought You'd Like It.
Eric was standing on: For The Sake Of The Children.
'Weird, isn't it?' he said. 'Why do it like this?'
'I think they're meant to be good intentions,' said Rincewind. This was a
road to hell, and demons were, after all, traditionalists.
'Weird, isn't it?' he said. 'Why do it like this?'
'I think they're meant to be good intentions,' said Rincewind. This was a
road to Hell, and demons were, after all, traditionalists.
[Eric, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# pp. 9-10 (passage has an interesting start but not much of a finish...)
%passage 3
"It's a haunting," he ventured. "Some short of ghost, maybe. A bell, book
and candle job."
The Bursar sighed. "We tried that, Archchancellor."
The Archchancellor leaned toward him.
"Eh?" he said.
"I /said/, we tried that, Archchancellor," said the Bursar loudly,
directing his voice at the old man's ear. "After dinner, you remember?
We used Humptemper's /Names of the Ants/ and rang Old Tom."(1)
"Did we, indeed. Worked, did it?"
"/No/, Archchancellor."
"Eh?"
(1) Old Tom was the single cracked bronze bell in the University bell
tower. The clapper dropped out shortly after it was cast, but the bell
still tolled out some tremendously sonorous silences every hour.
[Eric, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# pp. 14-15 (the top wizards have performed the Rite of AshkEnte)
%passage 4
Death pointedly picked invisible particles off the edge of his scythe.
The Archchancellor cupped a gnarled hand over his ear.
"What'd he say? Who's the fella with the stick?"
"It's Death, Archchancellor," said the Bursar patiently.
"Eh?"
"It's Death, sir. /You/ know."
"Tell him we don't want any," said the old wizard, waving his stick.
The Bursar sighed. "We summoned him, Archchancellor."
"Is it? What'd we go and do that for? Bloody silly thing to do."
The Bursar gave Death an embarrassed grin. He was on the point of asking
him to excuse the Archchancellor on account of age, but realized that this
would in the circumstances be a complete waste of breath.
"Are we talking about the wizard Rincewind? The one with the--" the Bursar
gave a shudder-- "horrible Luggage on legs? But he got blown up when there
was all that business with the sourcerer, didn't he?"(1)
INTO THE DUNGEON DIMENSIONS. AND NOW HE IS TRYING TO GET BACK HOME.
(1) The Bursar was referring obliquely to the difficult occasion when the
University very nearly caused the end of the world, and would in fact have
done so had it not been for a chain of events involving Rincewind, a magic
carpet and a half-brick in a sock. (See /Sourcery/.) The whole affair
was very embarrassing to wizards, as it always is to people who find out
afterward that they were on the wrong side all along,(2) and it is
remarkable how many of the University's senior staff were now adamant that
at the time they had been off sick, visiting their aunt, or doing research
with the door locked while humming loudly and had had no idea of what was
going on outside. There had been some desultory talk about putting up a
statue to Rincewind but, by the curious alchemy that tends to apply in
these sensitive issues, this quickly became a plaque, then a note on the
Role of Honor, and finally a motion of censure for being improperly dressed.
(2) ie, the one that lost.
[Eric, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 34
%passage 5
"Not that he was particularly successful. It was all a bit trial and
wossname."
"I thought you said great big scaly--"
"Oh, /yes/. But that wasn't what he was after. He was trying to conjure
up a succubus." It should be impossible to leer when all you've got is a
beak, but the parrot managed it. "That's a female demon what comes in the
night and makes mad passionate wossn--"
"I've heard of them," said Rincewind. "Bloody dangerous things."
The parrot put its head on one side. "It never worked. All he ever got
was a neuralger."
"What's that?"
"It's a demon that comes and has a headache at you."
[Eric, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 35 (passage is a footnote)
%passage 6
Demons and their Hell are quite different from the Dungeon Dimensions,
those endlass parallel wastelands outside space and time. The sad, mad
Things in the Dungeon Dimensions have no understanding of the world but
simply crave light and shape and try to warm themselves by the fires of
reality, clustering around it with about the same effect--if they ever
broke through--as an ocean trying to warm itself around a candle. Whereas
demons belong to the same space-time wossname, more or less, as humans,
and have a deep and abiding interest in humanity's day-to-day affairs.
Interestingly enough, the gods of the Disc have never bothered much about
judging the souls of the dead, so people can only go to hell if that's
where they believe, in their deepest heart, that they deserve to go.
Which they won't do if they don't know about it. This explains why it is
important to shoot missionaries on sight.
[Eric, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 153
%passage 7
"Multiple exclamation marks," he went on, shaking his head, "are a sure
sign of a diseased mind."
[Eric, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# pp. 178-179 (Ponce da Quirm, encoutered in hell)
%passage 8
"So you didn't find the Fountain of Youth, then," he said, feeling that he
should make some conversation.
"Oh, but I did," said da Quirm earnestly. "A clear spring, deep in the
jungle. It was very impressive. I had a good long drink, too. Or draft,
which I think is the more appropriate word.
"And--?" said Rincewind.
"It definitely worked. Yes. For a while there I could definitely feel
myself getting younger.
"But--" Rincewind waved a vague hand to take in da Quirm, the treadmill,
the towering circles of the Pit.
"Ah," said the old man. "Of course, that's the really annoying bit. I'd
read so much about the Fountain, and you'd have thought someone in all
those books would have mentioned the really vital thing about the water,
wouldn't you?"
"Which was--?"
"/Boil it first./ Says it all, doesn't it? Terrible shame, really."
[Eric, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 179
%passage 9
The Luggage trotted down the great spiral road that linked the circles of
the Pit. Even if conditions had been normal it probably would not have
attracted much attention. If anything, it was rather less astonishing
than most of the denizens.
[Eric, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
@@ -7444,7 +7620,7 @@ IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT...
# Death Quotes are always one line, and '%e passage' can be omitted.
#
%section Death
%title Death Quotes (23)
%title Death Quotes (24)
%passage 1
WHERE THE FIRST PRIMAL CELL WAS, THERE WAS I ALSO. WHERE MAN IS, THERE AM I. WHEN THE LAST LIFE CRAWLS UNDER FREEZING STARS, THERE WILL I BE.
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@@ -7528,6 +7704,9 @@ DON'T LET IT UPSET YOU.
# Pyramids, p. 57 (ROC edition)
%passage 23
I CAN SEE THAT YOU HAVE GOT A LOT TO THINK ABOUT.
# Eric, p. 134
%passage 24
PERHAPS IT'S TIME TO CALL IT A DAY.
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%e section
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@@ -199,7 +199,8 @@ poison breath leaves a trail of poison gas
allow knife and stiletto as possible tin opening tools
wizard mode #wizintrinsic command
additional tribute passages for The Colour of Magic, The Light Fantastic,
Equal Rites, Mort, Sourcery, Wyrd Sisters, Snuff, and Raising Steam
Equal Rites, Mort, Sourcery, Wyrd Sisters, Pyramids, Guards! Guards!,
Eric, Snuff, and Raising Steam
compile-time options SIMPLE_MAIL and SERVER_ADMIN_MSG for public server use
database entries for Cleaver, Sunsword, Frost and Fire brands, and
polymorph trap