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"I challange you," said Hrun, glaring at the brothers, "both at once."
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"I challenge you," said Hrun, glaring at the brothers, "both at once."
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"It is forebidden to fight on the Killing Ground," he said, and paused
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"It is forbidden to fight on the Killing Ground," he said, and paused
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while he considered the sense of this. "You know what I mean, anyway," he
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hazarded, giving up, and added, "As the challanged parties my lords Lio!rt
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hazarded, giving up, and added, "As the challenged parties my lords Lio!rt
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and Liartes have choice of weapons."
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greatest warrior, a legend in his own lifetime. I remember my grandad
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telling me he saw him... my grandad telling me he... my grandad...'
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He faltered under the gimlit gaze.
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He faltered under the gimlet gaze.
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'Oh,' he said. 'Oh. Of course. Sorry.'
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[...] such questions take time and could be more trouble than they are
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worth. For example, it is said that someone at a party once asked the
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There may be universes where librarianship is considered a peaceful sort of
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occupation, and where the risks are limited to large volumes falling off
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Mort hurried out after him. The ancient ancestor watched them go with a
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critical expression, its jowls rhymically chewing.
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critical expression, its jowls rhythmically chewing.
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"That was what they call a demon around here?" it said. "Offler rot this
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country of dampness, even their demons are third-rate, not a patch on the
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Practically none of this was in fact the case, although he did have a small
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and exceedingly elderly wire-haired terrior called Wuffles that smelled
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and exceedingly elderly wire-haired terrier called Wuffles that smelled
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badly and wheezed at people. It was said to be the only thing in the
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entire world he truly cared about. He did of course sometimes have people
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horribly tortured to death, but this was considered to be perfectly
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acceptable behaviour for a civic ruler and generally approved of by the
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overwhelming majority of citizens.(1) The people of Ankh are of a
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practical persuasion, and felt that the Patrician's edict forebidding all
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practical persuasion, and felt that the Patrician's edict forbidding all
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street theatre and mime artists made up for a lot of things. He didn't
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administer a reign of terror, just the occasional light shower.
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habitues who generally resembled the very rodents they lived on. This cat,
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on the other hand, was its own animal. All cats give that impression, of
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course, but instead of the mindless animal self-absorption that passes for
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secret wisdom in the creatures, Greebo radiated genuime intelligence. He
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secret wisdom in the creatures, Greebo radiated genuine intelligence. He
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also radiated a smell that would have knocked over a wall and caused sinus
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trouble in a dead fox.
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managed to vault clumsily on to it before it trundled into the night sky
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as gracefully as a duck with one wing missing.
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From above the trees came a muffled cursd against all dwarfish mechanics.
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From above the trees came a muffled curse against all dwarfish mechanics.
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(1) She did nothing, although sometimes when she saw him in the village
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she'd smile in a faint, puzzled way. After three weeks of this the
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"I didn't want to," he hissed conspiratorially. "They made me do it. I
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didn't want--"
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The door swung open. The dutchess filled the doorway. In fact, she was
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The door swung open. The duchess filled the doorway. In fact, she was
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nearly the same shape.
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and cities. After all, when over an area of a hundred square miles the same
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year is variously the Year of the Small Bat, the Anticipated Monkey, the
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Hunting Cloud, Fat Cows, Three Bright Stallions and at least nine numbers
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recording the time since(2) assorted kings, prohets, and strange events were
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recording the time since(2) assorted kings, prophets, and strange events were
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either crowned, born or happened, and each year was a different number of
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months, and some of them don't have weeks, and one of them refuses to accept
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the day as a measure of time, the only things it is possible to be sure of
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"You heard the Man," he rasped. "One false move and you're... you're--" he
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took a desparate stab at it--"you're Home Economics!"
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took a desperate stab at it--"you're Home Economics!"
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Demons and their Hell are quite different from the Dungeon Dimensions,
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those endlass parallel wastelands outside space and time. The sad, mad
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those endless parallel wastelands outside space and time. The sad, mad
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simply crave light and shape and try to warm themselves by the fires of
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reality, clustering around it with about the same effect--if they ever
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"So you didn't find the Fountain of Youth, then," he said, feeling that he
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Victor poked an exploratory finger in his ear. It must have been a trick
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of an echo, or something. It wasn't that the dog had gone "woof!", although
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that was practically unique in itself; most dogs in the universe /never/
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went "woof!", they had complicated barks like "whuuugh!" and "hwhoouf!".
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that no one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die
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finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span
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of someone's life, they say, is only the core of their actual existance.
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of someone's life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.
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whole business and, as it were, eat off your knees.
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because while the wizards stand right behind the philosophy as outlined
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above, you don't become a successful wizard by getting up gods' noses even
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if those noses only exist in an ethereal or metaphorical sense. Because
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while wizards don't believe in gods they know for a fact that /gods/ believe
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in gods.
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"Sergeant!"
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"How come you're in the palace guard, Casanunda?"
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"Soldier of fortune takes whatever jobs are going, Mrs. Ogg," said Casanunda
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"But all the rest of 'em are six foot tall and you're--of the shorter
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opponent, who will remain beaten every day for the remainder of their sad
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Cats do not, of course, rationise this far. They just like to send someone
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someone limping off minus a tail and a few square inches of fur.
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Greebo's technique was unscientific and wouldn't have stood a chance against
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any decent swordsmanship, but on his side was the fact that it is almost
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body. Garderobes were notorious in that respect. Several unpopular kings
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met their end, as it were, in the garderobe, at the hands of an assassin
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situation involving money: "Tax the rat farms."
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Many things went on at Unseen University and, regrettably, teaching had to
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be one of them. The faculty had long ago confronted this fact and had
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perfected various devices for avoiding it. But this was perfectly all
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right because, to be fair, so had the students.
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so that was all right, too.
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And therefore education at the University mostly worked by the age-old
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method of putting a lot of young people in the vicinty of a lot of books
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method of putting a lot of young people in the vicinity of a lot of books
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and hoping that something would pass from one to the other, while the
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actual young people put themselves in the vicinity of inns and taverns
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for exactly the same reason.
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[Interesting Times, by Terry Pratchett]
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%e passage
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# p. 20 (speaker is Archchancellor Ridcully; sad, hopless person is Rincewind)
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# p. 20 (speaker is Archchancellor Ridcully; sad, hopeless person is Rincewind)
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%passage 5
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"Wizzard?" he said. "What kind of sad, hopeless person needs to write
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WIZZARD on their hat?"
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She was a good repository for all those thoughts that Agnes couldn't think
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on account of her wonderful personality. Perdita would use black writing
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paper if she could get away with it, and would be beautifully pale instead
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of embarassingly flushed. Perdita wanted to be an interestingly lost soul
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of embarrassingly flushed. Perdita wanted to be an interestingly lost soul
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in plum-colored lipstick. Just occasionally, though, Agnes thought
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Perdita was as dumb as she was.
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then unroll a lot of supercilious commentary about calluses and stance
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and the state of a man's boots, when /exactly the same/ comments could
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apply to a man who was wearing his old clothes because he'd been doing a
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spot of home bricklaying for a new barbecue pit, and had been tatooed
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spot of home bricklaying for a new barbecue pit, and had been tattooed
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once when he was drunk and seventeen(1) and in fact got seasick on a wet
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pavement. What arrogance! What an insult to the rich and chaotic variety
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of the human experience.
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the science of this very specialized "concrete overshoe" form of waste
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disposal. An unfortunate drawback of the process was the tendency for
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bits of the client to eventually detach and float to the surface, causing
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much comment among the general poplation. Enough chicken wire, he pointed
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much comment among the general population. Enough chicken wire, he pointed
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out, would solve that, while also allowing the ingress of crabs and fish
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going about their vital recycling activities.
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"Exactly, Archchancellor," said the Senior Wrangler, who was now just
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hanging on.
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"Funny thing, that," said Ridcully, in the same thoughful tone of voice.
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"Funny thing, that," said Ridcully, in the same thoughtful tone of voice.
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"That statement is either so deep it would take a lifetime to fully
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comprehend every particle of its meaning, or it is a load of absolute
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tosh. Which is it, I wonder?"
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[Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett]
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%e passage
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# p. 343 (Mr. Teatime [pronounced Teh-ah-tim-eh] has just been thwarted in
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# his elabrate plot to lure and then kill Death)
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# his elaborate plot to lure and then kill Death)
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%passage 10
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"What did he do it all for?" said Susan. "I mean, why? Money? Power?"
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'Right, sir. And if they resist, sir?' said Vimes, smiling nastily.
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'Oh, how can they resist, commander? This is the will of our civic
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leaders.' He took the paper his clerk proferred. 'Let me see, now. Top
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leaders.' He took the paper his clerk profferred. 'Let me see, now. Top
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of the list--'
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Lord Selachii coughed hurriedly. 'Far too late for that sort of nonsense
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%passage 5
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"Hey, that's Reg Shoe! He's a zombie. He falls to bits all the time!"
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"Very big man in undead community, sir," said Carrott.
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"Very big man in the undead community, sir," said Carrot.
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"How come /he/ joined?"
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# p. 233 (Harper Torch edition) [this is a footnote]
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%passage 2
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He'd noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: It facinated
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He'd noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: It fascinated
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people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and
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interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they
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created vast banquets in their imagination--but at the end of the day
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%e passage
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# pp. 80-81 (Harper Torch edition) [the pigeon is trained to carry messages]
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%passage 3
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Constable Shoe saluted, but a litle testily. He'd been waiting rather a
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Constable Shoe saluted, but a little testily. He'd been waiting rather a
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long time.
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"Afternoon, Sergeant--"
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[Thief of Time, by Terry Pratchett]
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%e passage
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# p. 53 ('... with the chorus:', '"Do not act...' are separate paragraphs;
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# 'challanger' has been cowed after finding out that the little old
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# man he challanged--for entering the dojo--is actually Lu-Tze)
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# 'challenger' has been cowed after finding out that the little old
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# man he challenged--for entering the dojo--is actually Lu-Tze)
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%passage 3
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As Lobsang followed the ambling Lu-Tze, he heard the dojo master, who like
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all teachers never missed an opportunity to drive home a lesson, say:
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"Dojo! What is Rule One?"
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Even the cowering challanger mumbled along with the chorus:
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Even the cowering challenger mumbled along with the chorus:
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"Do not act incautiously when confronting a little bald wrinkly smiling
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man!"
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All witches are a bit odd. Tiffany had got used to odd, so that odd seemed
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quite normal. There was Miss Level, for example, who had two bodies,
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although one of them was imaginery. Mistress Pullunder, who bred pedigreed
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although one of them was imaginary. Mistress Pullunder, who bred pedigreed
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earthworms and gave them all names... well, she was hardly odd at all, just
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a bit peculiar, and anyway earthworms were quite interesting in a basically
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uninterestng kind of way. And there had been Old Mother Dismass, who
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uninteresting kind of way. And there had been Old Mother Dismass, who
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suffered from bouts of temporal confusion, which can be quite strange when
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it happens to a witch; her mouth never moved in time with her words, and
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sometimes her footsteps came down the stairs ten minutes before she did.
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only got two paragraphs in the /Tanty Bugle/!(1) Two paragraphs, may I
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say, for a life of ingenious, inventive, and strictly nonviolent crime?
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I could have been an example to the youngsters! Page one got hogged by
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the Dyslectic Alphabet Killer, and he only maanaged A and W!"
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the Dyslectic Alphabet Killer, and he only managed A and W!"
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"I confess the editor does appear to believe that it is not a proper crime
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unless someone is found in three alleys at once, but that is the price of
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"Hmm? Oh, you misunderstand me, Mr. Lipwig. That is what will happen to
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you if you decline my offer. If you accept it, you will survive on your
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wits against powerful and dangerous enemies, with every day presenting
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fresh challanges. Someone may even try to kill you."
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fresh challenges. Someone may even try to kill you."
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"What? Why?"
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He read:
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SUCCESS. RETURNING DAY AFTER TOMMOROW.
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SUCCESS. RETURNING DAY AFTER TOMORROW.
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ALL WILL BE REVEALED. S.
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Moist put it down carefully.
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# p. 268 (passage starts mid-paragraph; Glenda is cleaning UU's Night Kitchen)
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[...] If you wanted a job done properly, you had to do it yourself.
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Juliet's verison of cleanliness was next to godliness, which was to say
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Juliet's version of cleanliness was next to godliness, which was to say
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it was erratic, past all understanding and seldom seen.
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[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
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Too late he reflected that this might be a bad move because she might well
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have told him all about it on one of those occasions when, so unusally for
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have told him all about it on one of those occasions when, so unusually for
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a married man, he was not paying much attention to what his wife was
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saying, and therefore he might be the cause of grumpiness in those
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precious, warm minutes before sleep. All he could see of her right now
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looked like two wheels held together by not very much. The wheels were
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spinning.
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Durmknott cleared his throat. "Show his lordship your new invention,
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Drumknott cleared his throat. "Show his lordship your new invention,
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Mister Of the Wheel the Spoke."
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(1) Frankly most palaces are just like this. Their backsides do not bear
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