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@@ -25,6 +25,8 @@ It had to be Death. No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of
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course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.
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%e passage 1
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%passage 2
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The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett
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As he was drawn towards the Eye the terror-struck Rincewind raised the box
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protectively, and at the same time heard the picture imp say, 'They're about
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ripe now, can't hold them any longer. Every-one smile, please.'
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@@ -45,12 +47,43 @@ edge.
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%title The Light Fantastic (1)
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%title The Light Fantastic (2)
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%passage 1
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The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett
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'Cohen is my name, boy' Belthan's hands stopped moving.
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'Cohen?' she said, 'Cohen the Barbarian?'
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'The very shame.'
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'Hang on, hang on,' said Rincewind, 'Cohen's a great big chap, neck like a bull,
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got chest muscles like a sack of footballs. I mean, he's the Disc's greatest
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warrior, a legend in his own lifetime. I remember my grandad telling me he saw
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him ... my grandad telling me he ... my grandad ...'
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He faltered under the gimlit gaze.
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'Oh,' he said, 'Oh. Of course, Sorry.'
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'Yesh,' said Cohen, and sighed, 'Thatsh right boy, I'm a lifetime in my own
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legend.'
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%e passage 1
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%passage 2
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The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett
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%e passage
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Death sat at one side of a black baize table in the entre of the room, arguing
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with Famine, War and Pestilence. Twoflower was the only one to look up and
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notice Rincewind.
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'Hey, how did you get here?' he said.
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'Well, some say that the creator took a handful - oh, I see, well, it's hard to
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explain but I -'
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'Have you got the Luggage?'
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The wooden box pushed past Rincewind and settled down in front of its owner,
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who opened its lid and rummaged around inside until he came up with a small,
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leatherbound book which he handed to War, who was hammering the table with a
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mailed fist.
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'It's "Nosehinger on the Laws of Contract",' he said. 'It's quite good, there's
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a lot in it about double finessing and how to -'
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Death snatched the book with a bony hand anflipped through the pages, quite
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oblivious to the presence of the two men.
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'RIGHT,' he said, 'PESTILENCE, OPEN ANOTHER PACK OF CARDS. I'M GOING TO GET TO
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THE GOTTOM OF THIS IF IT KILLS ME. FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING OF COURSE.'
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%e passage 2
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%e title
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