tribute: Feet of Clay

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@@ -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."
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-%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
+wrong place and /guess who's back/?  They returned more times than raw
-broccoli. 
+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