From 71d0e83e978e250e286da5b1a5ea2f7b211ba59f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: PatR Date: Tue, 4 Aug 2015 19:55:02 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] tribute: Feet of Clay --- dat/tribute | 222 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++-- 1 file changed, 215 insertions(+), 7 deletions(-) diff --git a/dat/tribute b/dat/tribute index 6047c444e..8993e42e2 100644 --- a/dat/tribute +++ b/dat/tribute @@ -1168,7 +1168,7 @@ horse. It was an observation that had served him well. "You can--" -"An?" +"Ah?" Truckle shut his eyes and clenched his fists. @@ -1473,20 +1473,227 @@ Come on. I want to try a leg of the elephant that bit me." # # # -%title Feet of Clay (2) +%title Feet of Clay (14) %passage 1 Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever -touching lips. +touching lips. [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] %e passage +# p. 337 (Harper Torch edition) %passage 2 -It was hard enough to kill a vampire. You could stake them down and turn +It was hard enough to kill a vampire. You could stake them down and turn them into dust and ten years later someone drops a drop of blood in the -wrong place and guess who's back? They returned more times than raw -broccoli. +wrong place and /guess who's back/? They returned more times than raw +broccoli. + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 4 +%passage 3 +People look down on stuff like geography and meteorology, and not only +because they're standing on one and being soaked by the other. They don't +look quite like real science.(1) But geography is only physics slowed +down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of +excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. And summer isn't a time. +It's a place as well. Summer is a moving creature and likes to go south +for the winter. + +(1) That is to say, the sort you can use to give something three extra +legs and then blow it up. + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 19 +%passage 4 +Upstairs, Vimes pushed open his office door carefully. The Assassins' +Guild played to rules. You could say that about the bastards. It was +terribly bad form to kill a bystander. Apart from antyhing else, you +wouldn't get paid. So traps in his office were out of the question, +because too many people were in and out of it every day. Even so, it +paid to be careful. Vimes /was/ good at making the kind of rich enemies +who could afford to employ assassins. The assassins had to be lucky +only once, but Vimes had to be lucky all the time. + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 86 (passage continues, actually finding an image in dead man's eyes) +%passage 5 +"Er ... have you ever heard the story about dead men's eyes, sir?" + +"Assume I haven't had a literary education, Littlebottom." + +"Well ... they say ..." + +"/Who/ say?" + +"/They/, sir. You know, /they/." + +"The same people who're the 'everyone' in 'everyone knows'? The people +who live in 'the community'?" + +"Yes, sir. I suppose so, sir." + +Vimes waved a hand. "Oh, /them/. Well, go on." + +"They say that the last thing a man sees stays imprinted in his eyes, sir." + +"Oh, /that/. That's just an old story." + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# pp. 127-128 +%passage 6 +Everyone in the city looked after themselves. That's what the guilds were +for. People banded together against other people. The guild looked after +you from the cradle to the grave or, in the case of the Assassins, to +other people's graves. They even maintained the law, or at least they had +done, after a fashion. Thieving without a license was punishable by death +for the first offense.(1) The Thieves' Guild saw to that. The arrangement +sounded unreal, but it worked. + +It worked like a machine. That was fine except for the occasional people +who got caught in the wheels. + +(1) The Ankh-Morpork view of crime and punishment was that the penalty for +the first offence should prevent the possibility of a second offense. + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 129, continued pp. 132-133 +%passage 7 +Vimes struggled to his feet, shook his head, and set off after it. No +thought was involved. It is the ancient instinct of terriers and +policemen to chase anything that runs away. + + [...] + +Vimes pounded through the fog after the fleeing figure. It wasn't quite +so fast as him, despite the twinges in his legs and one or two warning +stabs from his left knee, but whenever he came close to it some muffled +pedestrian got in the way, or a cart pulled out from a cross street.(1) + +(1) This always happens in any police chase /anywhere/. A heavily laden +lorry will /always/ pull out of a side alley in front of the pursuit. If +vehicles aren't involved, then it'll be a man with a rack of garments. +Or two men with a large sheet of glass. There's probably some kind of +secret society behind all this. + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 165 +%passage 8 +Ron had a small grayish-brown, torn-eared terrier on the end of a string, +although in truth it would be hard for an observer to know exactly who +was leading whom and who, when push came to shove, would be the one to +fold at the knees if the other shouted "Sit!" Because, although trained +canines as aids for those bereft of sight, and even of hearing, have +frequently been used throughout the universe, Foul Ole Ron was the first +person ever to own a Thinking-Brain Dog. + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# pp. 173-174 +%passage 9 +Samuel Vimes dreamed about Clues. + +He had a jaundiced view of Clues. He instinctively distrusted them. They +got in the way. + +And he distrusted the kind of person who'd take one look at another man +and say in a lordly voice to his companion, "Ah, my dear sir. I can tell +you nothing except that he is a left-handed stonemason who has spent some +years in the merchant navy and has recently fallen on hard times," and +then unroll a lot of supercilious commentary about calluses and stance +and the state of a man's boots, when /exactly the same/ comments could +apply to a man who was wearing his old clothes because he'd been doing a +spot of home bricklaying for a new barbecue pit, and had been tatooed +once when he was drunk and seventeen(1) and in fact got seasick on a wet +pavement. What arrogance! What an insult to the rich and chaotic variety +of the human experience. + +It was the same with more static evidence. The footprints in the +flowerbed were probably /in the real world/ left by the window-cleaner. +The scream in the night was quite likely a man getting out of bed and +stepping sharply on an upturned hairbrush. + +The real world was far too /real/ to leave neat little hints. It was full +of too many things. It wasn't by eliminating the impossible that you got +at the truth, however improbable; it was by the much harder process of +eliminating the possibilities. You worked away, patiently asking questions +and looking hard at things. You walked and talked, and in your heart you +just hoped like hell that some bugger's nerve'd crack and he'd give himself +up. + +(1) These terms are often synonymous. + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 188 +%passage 10 +"Life has certainly been more reliable under Vetinari," said Mr. Potts of +the Bakers' Guild. + +"He does have all the street-theater players and mime artists thrown into +the scorpion pit," said Mr. Boggis of the Thieves' Guild. + +"True. But let's not forget that he has his bad points too. [...]" + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 198 +%passage 11 +What a mess the world was in, Vimes reflected. Constable Visit had told +him the meek would inherit it, and what had the poor devils done to deserve +/that/? + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 295 +%passage 12 +Rogers the bulls were angry and bewildered, which counts as the basic state +of mind for full grown bulls.(1) + +(1) Because of the huge obtrusive mass of his forehead, Rogers the bulls' +view of the universe was from two eyes each with their own non-overlapping +hemispherical view of the world. Since there were two separate visions, +Rogers had reasoned, that meant there must be two bulls (bulls not having +been bred for much deductive reasoning). Most bulls believe this, which is +why they always keep turning their head this way and that when they look at +you. They do this because both of them want to see. + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 312 ('meaning' line capitalizes every word, including 'A','For','To') +%passage 13 +"It's the most menacing dwarf battle-cry there is! Once it's been shouted +/someone/ has to be killed!" + +"What's it mean?" + +"Today Is A Good Day For Someone Else To Die!" + + [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 347 (Colon is addressing Dorfl, a golem who is joining the Watch) +%passage 14 +"Y'know," said Colon, "if it doesn't work out, you could always get a job +making fortune cookies." + +"Funny thing, that," said Nobby. "You never get bad fortunes in cookies, +ever noticed that? They never say stuff like: 'Oh dear, things are going +to be /really/ bad.' I mean, they're never /misfortune/ cookies." + +Vimes lit a cigar and shook the match to put it out. "That, Corporal, is +because of one the fundamental driving forces of the universe." + +"What? Like, people who read fortune cookies are the lucky ones?" said +Nobby. + +"No. Because people who /sell/ fortune cookies want to go on selling +them. [...]" [Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett] %e passage @@ -2180,8 +2387,9 @@ looking at. %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 +# Feet of Clay, p. 17 (Harper Torch edition) %passage 2 -I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. *I* TURN UP ONLY ONCE. +I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. /I/ TURN UP ONLY ONCE. %e passage # Men at Arms, p. 27 (Harper Torch edition) %passage 3