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%passage 1
The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett
It has been remarked before that those who are sensitive to radiation in the far octarine - the eighth colour, the pigment of the Imagination - can see things that others cannot.
It has been remarked before that those who are sensitive to radiation in the
far octarine - the eighth colour, the pigment of the Imagination - can see
things that others cannot.
Thus it was that Rincewind, hurrying through the crowded, flare-lit, evening bazarrs of Morpork with the Luggage trundling behind him, jostled a tall figure, turned to deliver a few suitable curses, and beheld Death.
Thus it was that Rincewind, hurrying through the crowded, flare-lit, evening
bazarrs of Morpork with the Luggage trundling behind him, jostled a tall
figure, turned to deliver a few suitable curses, and beheld Death.
It had to be Death. No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.
It had to be Death. No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of
course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.
%e passage 1
%passage 2
As he was drawn towards the Eye the terror-struck Rincewind raised the box protectively, and at the same time heard the picture imp say, 'They're about ripe now, can't hold them any longer. Every-one smile, please.'
As he was drawn towards the Eye the terror-struck Rincewind raised the box
protectively, and at the same time heard the picture imp say, 'They're about
ripe now, can't hold them any longer. Every-one smile, please.'
There was a -
- flash of light so white and so bright -
- it didn't seem like light at all.
Bel-Shamharoth screamed, a sound that started in the far ultrasonic and finished somewhere in Rincewind's bowels. The tentacles went momentarily as stiff as rods, hurling their various cargos around the room, before bunching up protectively in front of the abused Eye. The whole mass dropped into the pit and a moment later the big slab was snatched up by several dozen tentacles and slammed into place, leaving a number of thrashing limbs trapped around the edge.
Bel-Shamharoth screamed, a sound that started in the far ultrasonic and
finished somewhere in Rincewind's bowels. The tentacles went momentarily as
stiff as rods, hurling their various cargos around the room, before bunching
up protectively in front of the abused Eye. The whole mass dropped into the
pit and a moment later the big slab was snatched up by several dozen tentacles
and slammed into place, leaving a number of thrashing limbs trapped around the
edge.
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%passage 1
The Truth, by Terry Pratchett
There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those
who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is
half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty.
%e passage
The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's
up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is may glass? I don't think
so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass! Who's been pinching my beer?
%e passage 1
%e title
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