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@@ -384,13 +384,13 @@ GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS IF IT KILLS ME. FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING OF COURSE.'
[The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage 2
# p. 7 (passage starts mid-paragraph; the too-long-to-answer question is
# p. 7 (passage starts mid-sentence; the too-long-to-answer question is
# "Why have Rincewind and Twoflower fallen off the Disc's rim?",
# alluding to the conclusion of /The Colour of Magic/;
# in /Sourcery/ and /Interesting Times/ and probably others, the
# famous philosohper's name is spelled "Ly Tin Wheedle")
%passage 3
[...] such questions take time and could be more trouble than they are
[...] such questions take time and could be more trouble than they are
worth. For example, it is said that someone at a party once asked the
famous philosopher Ly Tin Weedle "Why are you here?" and the reply took
three years.
@@ -573,39 +573,204 @@ according its victims the dignity of hatred. It wouldn't even notice them.
#
#
#
%title Equal Rites (3)
%title Equal Rites (9)
# p. 118 (Signet edition; passage starts mid-sentence and ends mid-paragraph)
%passage 1
...it is well known that a vital ingredient of success is not knowing that
what you're attempting can't be done.
[...] it is well known that a vital ingredient of success is not knowing
that what you're attempting can't be done. [...]
[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 218 (speaker is Granny Weatherwax)
%passage 2
Million-to-one chances...crop up nine times out of ten.
"Million-to-one chances," she said, "crop up nine times out of ten."
[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# pp. 96-97 ('Tannoy': public address speaker)
%passage 3
Animal minds are simple, and therefore sharp. Animals never spend time
dividing experience into little bits and speculating about all the bits
they've missed. The whole panoply of the universe has been neatly
expressed to them as things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from,
and (d) rocks. This frees the mind from unnecessary thoughts and gives
it a cutting edge where it matters. Your normal animal, in fact, never
tries to walk and chew gum at the same time.
Animal minds are simple, and therefore sharp. Animals never spend time
dividing experience into little bits and speculating about all the bits
they've missed. The whole panoply of the universe has been neatly
expressed to them as things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from,
and (d) rocks. This frees the mind from unnecessary thoughts and gives
it a cutting edge where it matters. Your normal animal, in fact, never
tries to walk and chew gum at the same time.
The average human, on the other hand, thinks about all sorts of things
The average human, on the other hand, thinks about all sorts of things
around the clock, on all sorts of levels, with interruptions from dozens
of biological calendars and timepieces. There's thoughts about to be said,
and private thoughts, and real thoughts, and thoughts about thoughts, and
a whole gamut of subconscious thoughts. To a telepath the human head is
a din. It is a railway terminus with all the Tannoys talking at once.
It is a complete FM waveband- and some of those stations aren't reputable,
of biological calendars and timepieces. There's thoughts about to be said,
and private thoughts, and real thoughts, and thoughts about thoughts, and
a whole gamut of subconscious thoughts. To a telepath the human head is
a din. It is a railway terminus with all the Tannoys talking at once.
It is a complete FM waveband--and some of those stations aren't reputable,
they're outlawed pirates on forbidden seas who play late-night records with
limbic lyrics.
[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# pp. 18-19
%passage 4
Smith took a spade from beside the back door and hesitated.
"Granny."
"What?"
"Do you know how wizards like to be buried?"
"Yes!"
"Well, how?"
Granny paused at the bottom of the stairs.
"Reluctantly."
[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 70
%passage 5
Granny sighed. "You have learned something," she said, and thought it
was safe to insert a touch of sternness into her voice. "They say that a
little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it is not one half so bad as a
lot of ignorance."
[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# pp. 113-114 (Esk is a young girl)
%passage 6
The barges stopped at some of the towns. By tradition only the men went
ashore, and only Amschat, wearing his ceremonial Lying hat, spoke to
non-Zoons. Esk usually went with him. He tried hinting that she should
obey the unwritten rules of Zoon life and stay afloat, but a hint was to
Esk what a mosquito bite was to the average rhino because she was already
learning that if you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly
rewrite them so that they don't apply to you.
[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# pp. 119-120 ("what is happening here?" actually omits "is" but
# must be a typo--fixed here to avoid bug reports;
# 'broomstick' is Esk's disguised wizard's staff;
# passage continues with questions about destination and
# why go overland when the river goes to the same place)
%passage 7
The town was smaller than Ohulan, and very different because it lay on the
junction of three trade routes quite apart from the river itself. It was
built around one enormous square which was a cross between a permanent
exotic traffic jam and a tent village. Camels kicked mules, mules kicked
horses, horses kicked camels and they all kicked humans; there was a riot
of colours, a din of noise, a nasal orchestration of smells and the steady,
heady sound of hundreds of people working hard at making money.
One reason for the bustle was that over large parts of the continent other
people preferred to make money without working at all, and since the Disc
had yet to develop a music recording industry they were forced to fall back
on older, more traditional forms of banditry.
Strangely enough these often involved considerable effort. Rolling heavy
rocks to the top of cliffs for a decent ambush, cutting down trees to
block the road, and digging a pit lined with spikes while still keeping a
wicked edge on a dagger probably involved a much greater expenditure of
thought and muscle than more socially-acceptable professions but,
nevertheless, there were still people misguided enough to endure all this,
plus long nights in uncomfortable surroundings, merely to get their hands
on perfectly ordinary large boxes of jewels.
So a town like Zemphis was the place where caravans split, mingled and
came together again, as dozens of merchants and travellers banded together
for protection against the socially disadvantaged on the trails ahead.
Esk, wandering unregarded amidst the bustle, learned all this by the simple
method of finding someone who looked important and tugging on the hem of
his coat.
This particular man was counting bales of tobacco and would have succeeded
but for the interruption.
"What?"
"I said, what is happening here?"
The man meant to say: "Push off and bother someone else." He meant to
give her a light cuff about the head. So he was astonished to find himself
bending down and talking seriously to a small, grubby-faced child holding
a large broomstick (which also, it seemed to him later, was in some
indefinable way /paying attention/).
He explained about the caravans. The child nodded.
"People all get together to travel?"
"Precisely."
[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# pp. 127-128 (this time broomstick is Granny's defective witch's broomstick)
%passage 8
The broomstick lay between two trestles. Granny Weatherwax sat on a rock
outcrop while a dwarf half her height, wearing an apron that was a mass of
pockets, walked around the broom and occasionally poked it.
Eventually he kicked the bristles and gave a long intake of breath, a sort
of reverse whistle, which is the secret sign of craftsman across the
universe and means that something expensive is about to happen.
"Weellll," he said. "I could get the apprentices in to look at this, I
could. It's an education in itself. And you say it actually managed to
get airborne?"
"It flew like a bird," said Granny.
The dwarf lit a pipe. "I should very much like to see that bird," he said
reflectively. "I should imagine it's quite something to watch, a bird like
that."
"Yes, but can you repair it?" said Granny. "I'm in a hurry."
The dwarf sat down, slowly and deliberately.
"As for /repair/," he said, "well, I don't know about /repair/. Rebuild,
maybe. Of course, it's hard to get the bristles these days even if you can
find people to do the proper binding, and the spells need--"
"I don't want it rebuilt, I just want it to work properly," said Granny.
"It's an early model, you see," the dwarf plugged on. "Very tricky, those
early models. You can't get the wood--"
He was picked up bodily until his eyes were level with Granny's. Dwarves,
being magical in themselves as it were, are quite resistant to magic but
her expression looked as though she was trying to weld his eyeballs to the
back of his skull.
"Just repair it," she hissed. "Please?"
"What, make a bodge job?" said the dwarf, his pipe clattering to the floor.
"Yes."
"Patch it up, you mean? Betray my training by doing half a job?"
"Yes," said Granny. Her pupils were two little black holes.
"Oh," said the dwarf. "Right, then."
[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 185 (actually uses four periods to mark a sentence ending in a elipsis)
%passage 9
There may be universes where librarianship is considered a peaceful sort of
occupation, and where the risks are limited to large volumes falling off
the shelves on to one's head, but the keeper of a /magic/ library is no job
for the unwary. Spells have power, and merely writing them down and
shoving them between covers doesn't do anything to reduce it. The stuff
leaks. Books tend to react with one another, creating randomized magic
with a mind of its own. Books of magic are usually chained to their
shelves, but not to prevent them being stolen....
[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
%e title
#
#
@@ -6200,7 +6365,7 @@ IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT...
# Used for interaction with Death.
#
%section Death
%title Death Quotes (13)
%title Death Quotes (17)
%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.
%e passage
@@ -6253,6 +6418,16 @@ I HAVE COME FOR THEE.
# including them here wouldn't fit with the rest)
%passage 14
DARK IN HERE, ISN'T IT?
# p. 14 (Equal Rites; 2nd sentence continues 'said the deep, heavy voice...')
%passage 15
THERE IS NO GOING BACK. THERE IS NO GOING BACK.
# p. 15 (contradicts later descriptions of Death as existing outside of time;
# presumably it's just intended as a colloquial expression)
%passage 16
I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY, YOU KNOW.
# p. 15 (same page)
%passage 17
LIFE IS FOR THE LIVING.
%e title
%e section
#

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@@ -116,7 +116,7 @@ reading non-cursed scroll of enchant weapon uncurses welded tin opener
if hero has no jumping ability but knows the jumping spell, the #jump command
will attempt to cast the spell
additional tribute passages for The Colour of Magic, The Light Fantastic,
Snuff, and Raising Steam
Equal Rites, Snuff, and Raising Steam
compile-time options SIMPLE_MAIL and SERVER_ADMIN_MSG for public server use