tribute: Men at Arms

The breakfast+coffee+doughnut one is by the far the longest we've had,
but I decided not to try trimming any of it out.  It was at the start
of a 10 page stretch that has six good passages, but I've only included
three of them.

I've got passages for two more books queued up, but transcribing and
proofreading is a chore....

dat/tribute

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-%title Men at Arms (1)
+%title Men at Arms (14)
 %passage 1
 The maze was so small that people got lost looking for it.
 
   [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
 %e passage
+# pp. 6-7 (Harper Torch edition)
+%passage 2
+Ankh-Morpork had a king again.
+
+And this was /right/.  And it was /fate/ that let Edward recognize this
+/just/ when he'd got his Plan.  And it was /right/ that it was /Fate/,
+and the city would be /Saved/ from its ignoble present by its /glorius/
+past.  He had the /Means/, and he had the /end/.  And so on ...
+Edward's thoughts often ran like this.
+
+He could think in /italics/.  Such people need watching.
+
+Preferably from a safe distance.
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# pp. 76-77
+%passage 3
+There were such things as dwarf gods.  Dwarfs were not a naturally
+religious species, but in a world where pit props could crack without
+warning and pockets of fire damp could suddenly explode they'd seen the
+need for gods as the sort of supernatural equivalent of a hard hat.
+Besides, when you hit your thumb with an eight-pound hammer it's nice
+to be able to blaspheme.  It takes a very special and strong-minded
+kind of atheist to jump up and down with their hand clasped under their
+other armpit and shout, "Oh, random fluctuations-in-the-space-time-
+continuum!" or "Aaargh, primitive-and-outmoded-concept on a crutch!"
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 119 (perhaps a bit subtle; it would be clearer if 'they' was italicized)
+%passage 4
+"It's an ancient tradition," said Carrot.
+
+"I thought dwarfs didn't believe in devils and demons and stuff like
+that."
+
+"That's true, but ... we're not sure if they know."
+
+"Oh."
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# pp. 168-169 (treacle == molasses)
+%passage 5
+"I'd like a couple of eggs," said Vimes, "with the yolks real hard but
+the whites so runny that they drip like treacle.  And I want bacon, that
+special bacon all covered with bony nodules and dangling bits of fat.
+And a slice of fried bread.  The kind that makes your arteries go clang
+just by looking at it."
+
+"Tough order," said Harga.
+
+"You managed it yesterday.  And give me some more coffee.  Black as
+midnight on a moonless night."
+
+Harga looked surprised.  That wasn't like Vimes.
+
+"How black's that, then?" he said.
+
+"Oh pretty damn black, I should think."
+
+"Not necessarily."
+
+"What?"
+
+"You get more stars on a moonless night.  Stands to reason.  They show up
+more.  It can be quite bright on a moonless night."
+
+Vimes sighed.
+
+"An /overcast/ moonless night?" he said.
+
+Harga looked carefully at his coffee pot.
+
+"Cumulous or cirro-nimbus?"
+
+"I'm sorry.  What did you say?"
+
+"You gets city lights reflected off cumulous, because it's low lying, see.
+Mind you, you can get high-altitude scatter off the ice crystals in--"
+
+"A moonless night," said Vimes, in a hollow voice, "that is as black as
+that coffee."
+
+"Right!"
+
+"And a doughnut."  Vimes grabbed Harga's stained vest and pulled him
+until they were nose to nose.  "A doughnut as doughnutty as a doughnut
+made of flour, water, one large egg, sugar, a pinch of yeast, cinnamon
+to taste and a jam, jelly, or rat filling depending on national or
+species preference, OK?  Not as doughnutty as something in any way
+metaphorical.  Just a doughnut.  One doughnut."
+
+"A doughnut."
+
+"Yes."
+
+"You only had to say."
+
+Harge brushed off his vest, gave Vimes a hurt look, and went back into
+the kitchen.
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 174 (clumsy wording; 'they' in 2nd sentence != 'they' in 1st sentence)
+%passage 6
+Why had they chased someone halfway across the city?  Because they'd
+run away.  /No one/ ran away from the Watch.  Thieves just flashed their
+licenses.  Unlicensed thieves had nothing to fear from the Watch, since
+they'd saved up all their fear for the Thieves' Guild.  Assassins always
+obeyed the letter of the law.  And honest men didn't run away from the
+Watch.(1)  Running away from the Watch was downright suspicious.
+
+(1) The axiom "Honest men have nothing to fear from the police" is
+currently under review by the Axioms Appeal Board.
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# pp. 176-177 ("this [sic; no 'is'] the pork futures warehouse")
+%passage 7
+"Oh, my," said Detritus.  "I think this the pork futures warehouse in
+Morpork Road."
+
+"What?"
+
+"Used to work here," said the troll.  "Used to work everywhere.  Go away,
+you stupid troll, you too thick," he added, gloomily.
+
+"Is there any way out?"
+
+"The main door is in Morpork Street.  But no one comes in here for months.
+Till pork exists."(1)
+
+Cuddy shivered.
+
+(1) Probably no other world in the multiverse has warehouses for things
+which only exist /in potentia/, but the pork futures warehouse in Ankh-
+Morpork is a product of the Patrician's rules about baseless metaphors,
+the literal-mindedness of citizens who assume that everything must
+exist somewhere, and the general thinness of the fabric of reality
+around Ankh, which is so thin that it's as thin as a very thin thing.
+The net result is that trading in pork futures--in pork /that doesn't
+exist yet/--led to the building of the warehouse to store it until it
+does.  The extremely low temperatures are caused by the imbalance in
+the temporal energy flow.  At least, that's what the wizards in the
+High Energy Magic building say.  And they've got proper pointy hats and
+letters after their name, so they know what they're talking about.
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 212
+%passage 8
+Black mud, more or less dry, made a path at the bottom of the tunnel.
+There was slime on the walls, too, indicating that at some point in the
+recent past the tunnel had been full of water.  Here and there huge
+patches of fungi, luminous with decay, cast a faint glow over the
+ancient stonework.(1)
+
+(1) It didn't need to.  Cuddy, belonging to a race that worked underground
+for preference, and Detritus, a member of a race notoriously nocturnal,
+had excellent vision in the dark.  But mysterious caves and tunnels
+always have luminous fungi, strangely bright crystals or at a pinch
+merely an eldritch glow in the air, just in case a human hero comes in
+and needs to see in the dark.  Strange but true.
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 218
+%passage 9
+"He's bound to have done /something/," Noddy repeated.
+
+In this he was echoing the Patrician's view of crime and punishment.  If
+there was a crime, there should be punishment.  If the specific criminal
+should be involved in the punishment process then this was a happy
+accident, but if not then any criminal would do, and since everyone was
+undoubtedly guilty of something, the net result was that, /in general
+terms/, justice was done.
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 226
+%passage 10
+The librarian considered matters for a while.  So ... a dwarf and a troll.
+He preferred both species to humans.  For one thing, neither of them were
+great readers.  The Librarian was, of course, very much in favor of
+reading in general, but readers in particular got on his nerves.  There
+was something, well, /sacrilegious/ about the way they kept taking books
+off the shelves and wearing out the words by reading them.  He liked
+people who loved and respected books, and the best way to do that, in
+the Librarian's opinion, was to leave them on the shelves where Nature
+intended them to be.
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 253
+%passage 11
+Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 265 (fyi, they're decorated chicken eggs)
+%passage 12
+"All those little heads ... "
+
+They stretched away in the candlelight, shelf on shelf of them, tiny
+little clown faces--as if a tribe of headhunters had suddenly developed
+a sophisicated sense of humor and a desire to make the world a better
+place.
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# pp. 300-301
+%passage 13
+"You know what I mean!"
+
+"Can't say I do.  Can't say I do.  Clothing has never been what you might
+call a thingy of dog wossname."  Gaspode scratched his ear.  "Two meta-
+syntactic variables there.  Sorry."
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 320
+%passage 14
+"Hahaha, a nice day for it!" leered the Bursar.
+
+"Oh dear," said Ridcully, "he's off again.  Can't understand the man.
+Anyone got the dried frog pills?"
+
+It was a complete mystery to Mustrum Ridcully, a man designed by nature to
+live outdoors and happily slaughter anything that coughed in the bushes,
+why the Bursar (a man designed by Nature to sit in a small room somewhere,
+adding up figures) was so nervous.  He'd tried all sorts of things to, as
+he put it, buck him up.  These included practical jokes, surprise early
+morning runs, and leaping out at him from behind doors while wearing
+Willie the Vampire masks in order, he said, to take him out of himself.
+
+  [Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
 %e title
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@@ -1345,12 +1584,16 @@ If you take enough precautions, you never need to take precautions.
 # Used for interaction with Death.
 #
 %section Death
-%title Death Quotes (2)
+%title Death Quotes (3)
 %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
 %passage 2
 I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. *I* TURN UP ONLY ONCE.
 %e passage
+# Men at Arms, p. 27 (Harper Torch edition)
+%passage 3
+THINK OF IT MORE AS BEING ... DIMESIONALLY DISADVANTAGED.
+%e passage
 %e title
 %e section