tribute: Unseen Academicals

This commit is contained in:
PatR
2015-11-26 03:15:10 -08:00
parent 5af330ad90
commit 83df1e9c74

View File

@@ -4543,7 +4543,7 @@ helmet, especially if someone was hitting /you/ with a sword.
%e passage
# p. 177 (originally transcribed from some other edition; Harper edition
# uses American spelling for "armor")
# [some off-duty Watchman moonlight as bank security guards]
# [some off-duty Watchmen moonlight as bank security guards]
%passage 2
The Watch armor he'd lifted from the bank's locker room fitted like a
glove. He'd have preferred it to fit like a helmet and breastplate.
@@ -4701,7 +4701,7 @@ trumps utility every time.
[Making Money, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 218
# p. 218 (the Cabinet of Curiosity)
%passage 9
"All right, then," said Moist, "/what does it do/?"
@@ -4742,7 +4742,7 @@ firmly. [...]
[Making Money, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 247 (it's a spirit summoned by Dr. Hicks that is describing the risk)
# p. 247 (it's a spirit summoned by Dr. Hicks that is describing the art/risk)
%passage 11
"Necromancy is a fine art?" said Moist.
@@ -4839,14 +4839,259 @@ One by one, they sat down.(1)
#
#
#
%title Unseen Academicals (1)
%title Unseen Academicals (12)
# p. 68 (Harper edition)
%passage 1
Be one of the crowd? It went against everything a wizard stood for,
and a wizard would not stand for anything if he could sit down for it,
Be one of the crowd? It went against everything a wizard stood for,
and a wizard would not stand for anything if he could sit down for it,
but even sitting down, you had to stand out.
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 1 (footnote, so "(1)" ought to be "(2)", but somebody would complain...)
%passage 2
Technically, the city of Ankh-Morpork is a Tyranny, which is not always
the same thing as a monarchy, and in fact even the post of Tyrant has been
somewhat redefined by the incumbent, Lord Vetinari, as the only form of
democracy that works. Everyone is entitled to vote, unless disqualified
by reason of age or not being Lord Vetinari.
And yet it does work. This has annoyed a number of people who feel,
somehow, that it should not work, and who want a monarch instead, thus
replacing a man who has achieved his position by cunning, a deep
understanding of the realities of the human psyche, breathtaking
diplomancy, a certain prowess with the stiletto dagger, and, all agree,
a mind like a finely balanced circular saw, with a man who has got there
by being born.(1)
However, the crown has hung on anyway, as crowns do--on the Post Office
and the Royal Bank and the Mint and, not least, in the sprawling,
brawling, squalling consciousness of the city itself. Lots of things
live in that darkness. There are all kinds of darkness, and all kinds
of things can be found in them, imprisoned, banished, lost or hidden.
Sometimes they escape. Sometimes they simply fall out. Sometimes they
just can't take it any more.
(1) A third proposition, that the city be governed by a choice of
respectable members of the community who would promise not to give
themselves airs or betray the public trust at every turn, was instantly
the subject of music hall jokes all over the city.
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 16
%passage 3
A wizard could do what he liked in his own study, and in the old days that
had largely meant smoking anything he fancied and farting hugely without
apologizing. These days it meant building out into a congruent set of
dimensions. Even the Archchancellor was doing it, which made it hard for
Ponder to protest: he had half a mile of trout stream in his bathroom,
and claimed that messin' about in his study was what kept a wizard out
of mischief. And, as everyone knew, it did. It generally got him into
trouble instead.
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 18 (Ridcully is furious at the former Dean, who left UU to become a
# rival [Arch-]Chancellor at Brazeneck University in Pseudopolis)
%passage 4
"Remuneration? Since when did a wizard work for wages? We are pure
academics, Mister Stibbons! We do not care for mere money!"
Unfortunately, Ponder was a clear logical thinker who, in times of mental
confusion, fell back on reason and honesty, which, when dealing with an
angry Archchancellor, were, to use the proper academic term, unhelpful.
And he neglected to think strategically, always a mistake when talking to
fellow academics, and as a result made the mistake of employing, as at
this point, common sense.
"That's because we never actually pay for anything very much," he said,
"and if anyone needs any petty cash they just help themselves from the
big jar--"
"We are part of the very fabric of the university, Mister Stibbons! We
take only what we require! We do not seek wealth! And most certainly
we do not accept a 'post of vital importance which includes an attractive
package of remuneration,' whatever the hells that means, 'and other
benefits including a generous pension!' A pension, mark you! When has a
wizard ever retired?"
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 19 (She: plump Glenda; Her: fashion-model-to-be Juliet)
%passage 5
She was, in fact, quite a pleasant looking girl, even if her bosom had
clearly been intended for a girl two feet taller; but she was not Her.(1)
(1) The Egregious Professor of Grammar and Usage would have corrected
this to "she was not she," which would have caused the Professor of Logic
to spit out his drink.
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 48 (He: Nutt, a key element of the story who doesn't figure in any
# of the other selected passages...)
%passage 6
He'd tried wandering around the other cellars, but there was nothing much
happening at night, and people gave him funny looks. Ladyship did not
rule here. But wizards are a messy lot and nobody tidied up much and
lived to tell the tale, so all sorts of old storerooms and junk-filled
workshops became his for the use of. And there was so much for a lad with
keen night vision to find. He had already seen some luminous spoon ants
carrying a fork, and, to his surprise, the forgotten mazes were home to
that very rare indoorovore, the Uncommon Sock Eater. There were some
things living up in the pipes, too, which periodically murmured "Awk! Awk!"
Who knew what strange monsters made there home here?
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 58
%passage 7
Truth is female, since truth is beauty rather than handsomeness; this,
Ridcully reflected as the Council grumbled in, would certainly explain
the saying that a lie could run around the world before Truth got its,
correction, /her/ boots on, and since she would have to choose which
pair--the idea that any woman in the position to choose would have just
one pair of boots being beyond rational belief. Indeed, as a goddess she
would have lots of shoes, and thus many choices: comfy shoes for home
truths, hobnail boots for unpleasant truths, simple clogs for universal
truths and possibly some kind of slipper for self-evident truth. More
important right now was what kind of truth he was going to have to impart
to his colleagues, and he decided not on the whole truth, but instead on
nothing but the truth, which dispensed with the need for honesty.
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 166 (see "the wrong sort of question" passage from /Making Money/
# for a description of the Cabinet; items removed from it have to
# be returned within 14:14 hours or they're drawn back magically;
# student in question had removed a sandwich and then eaten it)
%passage 8
"Yes, sir?" said Ponder wearily.
"Promote him. Whatever level he is, move him up one."
"I think that'll send the wrong kind of signal," Ponder tried.
"On the contrary, Mister Stibbons. It will send exactly the right kind of
message to the student body."
"But he disobeyed an express order, may I point out?"
"That's right. He showed independent thinking and a certain amount of
pluck, and in the course of so doing added valuable data to our
understanding of the Cabinet."
"But he might have destroyed the whole university, sir."
"Right, in which case he would have been vigorously disciplined, if we'd
been able to find anything left of him. But he didn't and he was lucky
and we need lucky wizards. Promote him, on the direct order of me, not
pp'd at all. Incidentally, how loud were his screams?"
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 192-193 ('pants': underpants; 'football': soccer ;-)
%passage 9
"You will arrange yourself into two teams, set up goals, and strive to win!
No man will leave the field of play unless injured! The hands are not to
be used, is that clear? Any questions?" A hand went up. Ridcully sought
the attached face.
"Ah, Rincewind," he said, and, because he was not a determinedly unpleasant
man, amended this to, "Professor Rincewind, of course."
"I would like permission to fetch a note from my mother, sir."
Ridcully sighed. "Rincewind, you once informed me, to my everlasting
puzzlement, that you never knew your mother because she ran away before
you were born. Distinctly remember writing it down in my diary. Would
you like another try?"
"Permission to go and find my mother?"
Ridcully hesitated. The Professor of Cruel and Unusual Geography had no
students and no real duties other than to stay out of trouble. Although
Ridcully would never admit it, it was against all reason an emeritus
position. Rincewind was a coward and an unwitting clown, but he had
several times saved the world in slightly puzzling circumstances. He was
a luck sink, the Archchancellor decided, doomed to being a lightning rod
for the fates so that everyone else didn't have to. Such a person was
worth all his meals and laundry (including an above-average level of
soiled pants) and a bucket of coal every day even if he was, in Ridcully's
opinion, a bit of a whiner. However, he was fast, and therefore useful.
"Look," said Rincewind, "a mysterious urn turns up and suddenly it's all
about football. That bodes. It means that something bad is going to
happen."
"Come now, it could be something wonderful," Ridcully protested.
Rincewind appeared to give this due consideration. "Could be wonderful,
will be dreadful. Sorry, that's how it goes."
"This is Unseen University, Rincewind. What is there to fear?" Ridcully
said. "Apart from me, of course. Good heavens, this is a sport." He
raised his voice. "Arrange yourselves into two teams and play football!"
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 268 (passage starts mid-paragraph; Glenda is cleaning UU's Night Kitchen)
%passage 10
[...] If you wanted a job done properly, you had to do it yourself.
Juliet's verison of cleanliness was next to godliness, which was to say
it was erratic, past all understanding and seldom seen.
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# pp. 358-359
%passage 11
"Well, big day, lads!" said Ridcully. "Looks like there's going to be a
nice day for it as well. They're all over there waiting for us to give
them a show. I want you to approach this in the best traditions of Unseen
University sportsmanship, which is to cheat whenever you are unobserved,
though I fear that the chance of anyone being unobserved today is remote.
But in any case, I want you to give it one hundred and ten percent."
"Excuse me, Archchancellor," said Ponder Stibbons. "I understand the
sense of what you are saying, but there is only one hundred percent."
"Well, they could give it one hundred and ten percent if they tried
harder," said Ridcully.
"Well, yes and no, sir. But, in fact, that would mean that you had just
made the one hundred percent bigger while it would still be one hundred
percent. Besides, there is only so fast a man can run, only so high a man
can jump. I just wanted to make the point."
"Good point, well made," said Ridcully, dismissing it instantly. [...]
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 363 (more lyrics occur later on; they're generally about using
# economics to conquer any opposition)
%passage 12
The singing of the National Anthem was always a ragged affair, the good
people of Ankh-Morpork feeling that it was unpatriotic to sing songs about
how patriotic you were, taking the view that someone singing a song about
how patriotic they were was either up to something or a Head of State.(1)
An additional problem today lay in the acoustics of the arena, which were
rather too good, coupled with the fact that the speed of sound at one end
of the stadium was slightly offbeat compared with the other end, a
drawback exacerbated when both sides tried to recover the gap.
These acoustical anomalies did not count for much if you were standing
next to Mustrum Ridcully, as the Archchancellor was one of those gentleman
who will sing it beautifully, correctly enunciated and very, very loudly.
"'When dragons belch and hippos flee, my thoughts, Ankh-Morpork, are of
thee.'" he began.
(1) i.e., up to something.
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
%e title
#
#