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%title Small Gods (2)
%title Small Gods (12)
%passage 1
He says gods like to see an atheist around. Gives them something to aim at.
He says gods like to see an atheist around. Gives them something to aim at.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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%passage 2
Pets are always a great help in times of stress. And in times of starvation
too, o'course.
Pets are always a great help in times of stress. And in times of starvation
too, o'course.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 3 (Harper Torch edition)
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So history has its caretakers.
They live ... well, in the nature of things they live wherever they are
sent, but their /spiritual/ home is in a hidden valley in the high Ramtops
of the Discworld, where the books of history are kept.
These aren't books in which the events of the past are pinned like so many
butterflies to a cork. These are the books from which history in derived.
There are more than twenty thousand of them, each one is ten feet high,
bound in lead, and the letters are so small that they have to be read with
a magnifying glass.
When people say "It is written ..." it is written /here/.
There are fewer metaphors than people think.
Every month the abbot and two senior monks go into the cave where the
books are kept. It used to be the duty of the abbot alone, but two other
reliable monks were included after the unfortunate case of the 59th Abbot,
who made a million dollars in small bets before his fellow monks caught up
with him.
Besides, it's dangerous to go in alone. The sheer concentratedness of
History, sleeting past soundlessly out into the world, can be overwhelming.
Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# pp. 4-5
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It was the Year of the Notional Serpent, or two hundred years after the
Declaration of the Prophet Abbys.
Which meant that the time of the 8th Prophet was imminent.
That was the reliable thing about the Church of the Great God Om. It had
very punctual prophets. You could set your calendar by them, if you had
one big enough.
And, as is generally the case around the time a prophet is expected, the
Church redoubled its efforts to be holy. This was very much like the
bustle you get in any large concern when the auditors are expected, but
tended towards taking people suspected of being less holy and putting them
to death in a hundred ingenious ways. This is considered a reliable
barometer of the state of one's piety in most of the really popular
religions. There's a tendency to declare that there is more backsliding
around than in the national toboggan championships, that heresy must be
torn out root and branch, and even arm and leg and eye and tongue, and
that it's time to wipe the slate clean. Blood is generally considered
very efficient for this purpose.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 60 ("he" is a tortoise, unnoticed among a large crowd of people)
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He walked off slowly, keeping close to the wall to avoid the feet. He had
no alternative to walking slowly in any case, but now he was walking slowly
because he was thinking. Most gods find it hard to walk and think at the
same time.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 60 (same page as preceding passage)
%passage 6
There were all sorts of ways to petition the Great God, but they depended
largely on how much you could afford, which was right and proper and
exactly how things should be. After all, those who had achieved success
in the world clearly had done it with the approval of the Great God,
because it was impossible to believe that they had managed it with His
/disapproval/. In the same way, the Quisition could act without
possibility of flaw. Suspicion was proof. How could it be anything else?
The Great God would not have seen fit to put the suspicion in the minds
of His exquisitors unless it was /right/ that it should be there. Life
could be very simple, if you believed in the Great God Om. And sometimes
quite short, too.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 92 ([sic] first paragraph ought to have fourth '.' to end sentence)
%passage 7
The memory stole over him: a desert is what you think it is. And now,
you can think clearly ...
There were no lies here. All fancies fled away. That's what happened in
all deserts. It was just you, and what you believed.
What have I always believed?
That on the whole, and by and large, if a man lived properly, not
according to what any priests said, but according to what seemed decent
and honest /inside/, then it would, in the end, more or less, turn out
all right.
You couldn't get that on a banner. But the desert looked better already.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 114
%passage 8
Vorbis had a cabin somewhere near the bilges, where the air was as thick
as thin soup. Brutha knocked.
"Enter."(1)
(1) Words are the litmus paper of the mind. If you find yourself in the
power of someone who will use the word "commence" in cold blood, go
somewhere else very quickly. But if they say "Enter," don't stop to pack.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 141 (at the end, Xeno is almost certainly agreeing with Ibid, but
# he /might/ be answering Brutha's last question)
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"Are you all philosophers?" said Brutha.
The one called Xeno stepped forward, adjusting the hang of his toga.
"That's right," he said. "We're philosophers. We think, therefore we am."
"Are," said the luckless paradox manufacturer automatically.
Xeno spun around. "I've just about had it up to /here/ with you, Ibid!" he
roared. He turned back to Brutha. "We /are/, therefore we am," he said
confidently. "That's it."
Several of the philosophers looked at one another with interest.
"That's actually quite interesting," one said. "The evidence of our
existence is the /fact/ of our existence, is that what you're saying?"
"Shut up," said Xeno, without looking around.
"Have you been fighting?" said Brutha.
The assembled philosophers assumed various expressions of shock and horror.
"Fighting? Us? We're /philosophers/," said Ibid, shocked.
"My word, yes," said Xeno.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 151
%passage 10
All over the world there were rulers with titles like the Exalted, the
Supreme, and Lord High Something or Other. Only in one small country was
the ruler elected by the people, who could remove him whenever they
wanted--and they called him the Tyrant.
The Ephebians believed that every man should have the vote.(1) Every five
years someone was elected to be Tyrant, provided he could prove that he
was honest, intelligent, sensible, and trustworthy. Immediately after he
was elected, of course, it was obvious to everyone that he was a criminal
madman and totally out of touch with the view of the ordinary philosopher
in the street looking for a towel. And then five years later they elected
another one just like him, and really it was amazing how intelligent
people kept on making the same mistakes.
(1) Provided that we wasn't poor, foreign, nor disqualified by reason of
being mad, frivolous, or a woman.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 239
%passage 11
"I still don't see how one god can be a hundred different thunder gods.
They all look different ..."
"False noses."
"What?"
"And different voices. I happen to know Io's got seventy different hammers.
Not common knowledge, that. And it's just the same with mother goddesses.
There's only one of 'em. She just got a lot of wigs and of course it's
amazing what you can do with a padded bra."
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 265
%passage 12
An hour later the lion, who was limping after Brutha, also arrived at the
grave. It had lived in the desert for sixteen years, and the reason it had
lived so long was that it had not died, and it had not died because it
never wasted handy protein. It dug.
Humans have always wasted handy protein ever since they started wondering
who had lived in it.
But, on the whole, there are worse places to be buried than inside a lion.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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# Used for interaction with Death.
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%section Death
%title Death Quotes (6)
%title Death Quotes (7)
%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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%passage 6
PLEASE DO NOT PANIC. YOU ARE MERELY DEAD.
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# Small Gods, p. 90 (Harper Torch edition)
%passage 7
THERE IS A LITTLE CONFUSION AT FIRST. IT IS ONLY TO BE EXPECTED.
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