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%title Wintersmith (2)
%title Wintersmith (16)
# p. 82 (HarperTeen edition--presumably HarperTempest suffered a name change)
%passage 1
That's Third Thoughts for you.
When a huge rock is going to land on your head,
they're the thoughts that think:
Is that an igneous rock, such as granite, or is it sandstone?
That's Third Thoughts for you. When a huge rock is going to land on your
head, they're the thoughts that think: Is that an igneous rock, such as
granite, or is it sandstone?
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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p. 113
%passage 2
They say that there can never be two snowflakes that are exactly alike, but
has anyone checked lately?
has anyone checked lately?
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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# pp. 32-33
%passage 3
All witches are a bit odd. Tiffany had got used to odd, so that odd seemed
quite normal. There was Miss Level, for example, who had two bodies,
although one of them was imaginery. Mistress Pullunder, who bred pedigreed
earthworms and gave them all names... well, she was hardly odd at all, just
a bit peculiar, and anyway earthworms were quite interesting in a basically
uninterestng kind of way. And there had been Old Mother Dismass, who
suffered from bouts of temporal confusion, which can be quite strange when
it happens to a witch; her mouth never moved in time with her words, and
sometimes her footsteps came down the stairs ten minutes before she did.
But when it came to odd, Miss Treason didn't just take the cake, but a
packet of biscuits too, with sprinkles on the top, and also a candle.
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 34 ('villages': plural is accurate; 'clonk-clank' is rendered bold)
%passage 4
Then there was her clock. It was heavy and made of rusty iron by someone
who was more blacksmith than watchmaker, which was why it went
*clonk-clank* instead of /tick-tock/. She wore it on her belt and could
tell the time by feeling the stubby little hands.
There was a story in the villages that the clock was Miss Treason's heart,
which she'd used ever since her first heart died. But there were lots of
stories about Miss Treason.
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 40 (Boffo)
%passage 5
First Sight and Second Thoughts, that's what a witch had to rely on: First
Sight to see what's really there, and Second Thoughts to watch the First
Thoughts to check that they were thinking right. Then there were the
Third Thoughts, which Tiffany had never heard discussed and therefore kept
quiet about; they were odd, seemed to think for themselves, and didn't
turn up very often. And they were telling her that there was more to Miss
Treason than met the eye.
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 53-54 (in Carpe Jugulum, most of the lore [for humans] about how to kill
# vampires had been written by long-lived/long-not-defunct vampires
# [meaning that it was deliberately full of inaccuracies...])
%passage 6
It was in fact Miss Tick who had written /Witch Hunting for Dumb People/,
and she made sure that copies of it found their way into those areas where
people still believed that witches should be burned or drowned.
Since the only witch ever likely to pass through these days was Miss Tick
herself, it meant that if things did go wrong, she'd get a good night's
sleep and a decent meal before being thrown into the water. The water was
no problem at all for Miss Tick, who had been to the Quirm College for
Young Ladies, where you had to have an icy dip every morning to build Moral
Fiber. And a No. 1 Bosun's knot was very easy to undo with your teeth,
even underwater.
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 55-56
%passage 7
Working quickly, she emptied her pockets and started a shamble.
Shambles worked. That was about all you could say about them for certain.
You made them out of some string and a couple of sticks and anything you
had in your pocket at the time. They were a witch's equivalent of those
knives with fifteen blades and three screwdrivers and a tiny magnifying
glass and a thing for extracting earwax from chickens.
You couldn't even say precisely what they did, although Miss Tick thought
that they were a way of finding out what things the hidden bits of your
own mind already knew. You had to make a shamble from scratch every time,
and only from things in your pockets. There was no harm in having
interesting things in your pockets, though, just in case.
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 69
%passage 8
A witch didn't do things because they seemed like a good idea at the time!
That was practically cackling! You had to deal every day with people who
were foolish and lazy and untruthful and downright unpleasant, and you
could certainly end up thinking that the world would be considerably
improved if you gave them a slap. But you didn't because, as Miss Tick
had once explained: a) it would make the world a better place for only a
very short period of time; b) it would then make the world a slightly
worse place; and c) you're not supposed to be as stupid as they are.
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 106 (Rob Anybody is married to their kelda, ruler of the clan;
# passage continues with three or so pages about Explaining
# [focusing on the reactions of the recipient of the explanation:
# Pursin' o' the Lips; Foldin' o' the Arms; Tappin' o' the Feets;
# and also the reactions of the listening Feegles as they hear
# about them] but would end up on the long side if included here)
%passage 9
"Aye, but the boy willna be interested in marryin'," said Slightly Mad
Angus.
"He might be one day," said Billy Bigchin, who'd made a hobby of watching
humans. "Most bigjob men get married."
"They do?" said a Feegle in astonishment.
"Oh, aye."
"They want tae get married?"
"A lot o' them do, aye," said Billy.
"So there's nae more drinkin', and stealin', and fightin'?"
"Hey, ah'm still allowed some drinkin' and stealin' and fightin'!" said
Rob Anybody.
"Aye, Rob, but we canna help noticin' ye also have tae do the Explainin',
too." said Daft Wullie.
There was a general nodding from the crowd. To Feegles, Explaining was a
dark art. It was just so /hard/.
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 126-127 (passage starts mid-paragraph;
# witches know in advance when they're going to die)
%passage 10
"[...] We shall hold the funeral tomorrow afternoon."
"Sorry? You mean /before/ you die?" said Tiffany.
"Why, of course! I don't see why I shouldn't have some fun!"
"Good thinkin'!" said Rob Anybody. "That's the kind o' sensible detail
people usually fails tae consider."
"We call it a going-away party," said Miss Treason. "Just for witches, of
course. Other people tend to get a bit nervous--I can't think why. And
on the bright side, we've got that splendid ham that Mr. Armbinder gave us
last week for settling the ownership of the chestnut tree, and I'd love to
try it."
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 129
%passage 11
Some people think that "coven" is a word for a group of witches, and it's
true that's what the dictionary says. But the real word for a group of
witches is an "argument."
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 174-175 (passage starts mid-paragraph; last paragraph continues, but
# changes topic so abruptly Tiffany gasps; 'rumbustious' is accurate)
%passage 12
"[...] And now I shall tell you something vitally important. It is the
secret of my long life."
Ah, thought Tiffany, and she leaned forward.
"The important thing," said Miss Treason, "is to stay the passage of the
wind. You should avoid rumbustious fruits and vegetables. Beans are the
worst, take it from me."
"I don't think I understand--" Tiffany began.
"Try not to fart, in a nutshell."
"In a nutshell, I imagine it would be pretty unpleasant!" said Tiffany
nervously. She couldn't believe she was being told this.
"This is no joking matter," said Miss Treason. "The human body has only
so much air in it. You have to make it last. One plate of beans can take
a year off your life. I have avoided rumbustiousness all my days. I am
an old person and that means what I say is wisdom!" She gave the
bewildered Tiffany a stern look. "Do you understand, child?"
Tiffany's mind raced. Everything is a test! "No," she said. "I'm not a
child and that's nonsense, not wisdom!"
The stern look cracked into a smile. "Yes," said Miss Treason. "Total
gibberish. But you've got to admit it's a corker, all the same, right?
You definitely believed it, just for a moment? The villagers did last
year. You should have seen the way they walked about for a few weeks!
The strained looks on their faces quite cheered me up! [...]"
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 185 (Miss Treason tells people she's 113, but she's actually /only/ 111)
%passage 13
MISS EUMENIDES TREASON, AGED ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN?
Tiffany heard the voice inside her head. It didn't seem to have come
through her ears. And she'd heard it before, making her quite unusual.
Most people hear the voice of Death only once.
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 229
%passage 14
Tiffany had looked up "strumpet" in the Unexpurgated Dictionary, and found
it meant "a woman who is no better than she should be" and "a lady of easy
virtue." This, she decided after some working out, meant that Mrs. Gytha
Ogg, known as Nanny, was a very respectable person. She found virtue easy,
for one thing. And if she was no better than she should be, she was just
as good as she ought to be.
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 360-361 ('wurds' is accurate)
%passage 15
"An heroic effect, Mr. Anybody," said Granny. "The first thing a hero must
conquer is his fear, and when it comes to fightin', the Nac Mac Feegle
don't know the meanin' of the word."
"Aye, true enough," Rob grunted. "We dinna ken the meanin' o' thousands
o' wurds!"
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 398-399 ("Chumsfanleigh" is pronounced "Chuffley")
%passage 16
At the back of the Feegles' chalk pit, more chalk had been carved out of
the wall to make a tunnel about five feet high and perhaps as long.
In front of it stood Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault). His
ancestors had been knights, and they had come to own the Chalk by killing
the kings who thought they did. Swords, that's what it had all been about.
Swords and cutting off heads. That was how you got land in the old days,
and then the rules were changed so that you didn't need a sword to own
land anymore, you just needed the right piece of paper. But his ancestors
had still hung on to their swords, just in case people thought that the
whole thing with the bits of paper had been unfair, it being a fact that
you can't please everybody.
He'd always wanted to be good with a sword, and it had come as a shock to
find that they were so /heavy/. He was great at air sword. In front of a
mirror he could fence against his reflection and win nearly all the time.
Real swords didn't allow that. You tried to swing them and they ended up
swinging you. He'd realized that maybe he was more cut out for bits of
paper. Besides, he needed glasses, which could be a bit tricky under a
helmet, especially if someone was hitting /you/ with a sword.
[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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@@ -4291,7 +4538,7 @@ Making Money, by Terry Pratchett
'I don't know, thur. I didn't athk.'
[Making Money, by Terry Pratchett]
%e pasasge
%e passage
%passage 2
The Watch armour fitted like a glove. He'd have preferred it to fit like a
helmet and breastplate. It was common knowledge that the Watch's approach
@@ -4500,7 +4747,7 @@ IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT. . .
# Used for interaction with Death.
#
%section Death
%title Death Quotes (8)
%title Death Quotes (10)
%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.
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@@ -4533,5 +4780,12 @@ THERE IS A LITTLE CONFUSION AT FIRST. IT IS ONLY TO BE EXPECTED.
# time and space)
%passage 8
THERE IS ALWAYS TIME FOR ANOTHER LAST MINUTE.
# Wintersmith, p. 187 (HarperTeen edition; dying Miss Treason takes a ham
# [too silly?] sandwich with her to the grave, and it accompanies
# her to the afterlife, but its condiments don't)
%passage 9
MUSTARD IS ALWAYS TRICKY.
%passage 10
PICKLES OF ALL SORTS DON'T SEEM TO MAKE IT. I'M SORRY.
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