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@@ -44,9 +44,9 @@ Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett
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%title Mort (1)
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%passage 1
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Mort, by Terry Pratchett
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Ankh-Morpork had dallied with many forms of government and hand ended up with that form of democracy known as One Man, One Vote. The Patrician was the Man; he had the Vote.
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[Mort, by Terry Pratchett]
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@@ -182,11 +182,79 @@ Interesting Times, by Terry Pratchett
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%title Maskerade (1)
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%title Maskerade (4)
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%passage 1
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Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett
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'Maybe you could... help us?'
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'What's wrong?'
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'It's my boy...'
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Granny opened the door further and saw the womand standing behind Mr. Slot. One look at her face was enough. There was a bundle in her arms.
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Granny stepped back. 'Bring him in and let me have a look at him.'
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She took the baby from the woman, sat down on the room's one chair, and pulled back the blanket.
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'Hmm,' said Granny, after a while.
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'There's a curse on this house, that's what it is,' said Slot. 'My best cow's been taken mortally sick, too.'
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'Oh? You have a cowshed?' siad Granny. 'Very good place for a sick-room, a cowshed. It's the warmth. You better show me were it is.'
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'You want to take the boy down there?'
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'Right now.'
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[...]
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'How many have you come for?'
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ONE.
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'The cow?'
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Death shook his head.
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'It could be the cow.'
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NO. THAT WOULD BE CHANGING HISTORY.
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'History is about things changing.'
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NO.
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Granny sat back.
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'Then I challenge you to a game. That's traditional. That's /allowed/.'
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Death was silent for a moment.
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THIS IS TRUE.
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'Good.'
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HOWEVER... YOU UNDERSTAND THAT TO WIN ALL YOU MUST GAMBLE ALL?
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'Double or quits? Yes, I know.'
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BUT NOT CHESS.
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'Can't abide chess.'
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OR CRIPPLE MR ONION. I'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THE RULES.
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'Very well. How about one hand of poker? Five cards each, no draws? Sudden death, as they say.'
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Death thought about this, too.
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YOU KNOW THIS FAMILY?
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'No.'
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THEN WHY?
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'Are we talking or are we playing?'
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OH, VERY WELL.
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Granny looked at her cards, and threw them down.
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FOUR QUEENS. HMM. THAT /IS/ VERY HIGH.
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Death looked down at his cards, and then up into Granny's steady, blue-eyed gaze.
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Neither moved for some time.
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Then Death laid the hand on the table.
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I LOSE. ALL I HAVE IS FOUR ONES.
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[Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
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Ahahahahaha!
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Ahahahaha!
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Aahahaha!
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BEWARE!!!!!
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Yrs sincerely,
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The Opera Ghost
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'What sort of person,' said Salzella, 'sits down and /writes/ a maniacal laugh? And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head. Opera can do that to a man.'
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[Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
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Agnes had woken up one morning with the horrible realization that she'd been saddled with a lovely personality. It was the lack of choice that rankled. No one had asked her, before she was born, whether she wanted a lovely personality or whether she'd prefer, say, a miserable personality but a body that could take size 9 in dresses. Instead, people would take pains to tell her that beauty was only skin-deep, as if a man ever fell for an attractive pair of kidneys.
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'And what can I get you, officers?' she said.
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'Officers? Us? What makes you think we're watchment?'
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'He's got a helmet on,' Nanny pointed out.
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'Milit'ry chic,' Nobby said. 'It's just a fashion accessory. Actually, we are gentlemen of means and have nothing to do with the City Watch whatsoever.'
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'Well, /gentlemen/, would you like some wine?'
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'Not while we on duty, t'anks', said the troll.
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[Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
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