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%title Sourcery (2)
%title Sourcery (10)
# p. 9 (Signet edition; passage starts mid-paragraph and ends mid-paragraph)
%passage 1
And what would humans be without love?
RARE, said Death.
"[...] And what would humans be without love?"
RARE, said Death. [...]
[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
%passage 2
They suffered from the terrible delusion that something could be done.
They suffered from the terrible delusion that something could be done.
They seemed prepared to make the world the way they wanted it or die in the
attempt, and the trouble with dying in the attempt was that you died in
the attempt.
attempt, and the trouble with dying in the attempt was that you died in
the attempt.
[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 11 ('worth while': two words is accurate, although strange)
%passage 3
"I meant," said Ipslore, bitterly, "what is there in this world that makes
living worth while?"
CATS, he said eventually, CATS ARE NICE.
"Curse you!"
MANY HAVE, said Death evenly.
[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 40-41 (text has 'the moment and the words' which is obviously a typo;
# it might have intended 'that' for 'and'; we just drop 'and')
%passage 4
The thief, as will become apparent, was a special type of thief. This
thief was an artist of theft. Other thieves merely stole everything that
was not nailed down, but this thief stole the nails as well. This thief
had scandalised Ankh by taking a particular interest in stealing, with
astonishing success, things that were in fact not only nailed down but
also guarded by keen-eyed guards in inaccessible strongrooms. There are
artists that will paint an entire chapel ceiling; this was the kind of
thief that could steal it.
This particular thief was credited with stealing the jeweled disemboweling
knife from the temple of Offler the Crocodile God during the middle of
Evensong, and the silver shoes from the Patrician's finest racehorse
while it was in the process of winning a race. When Gritoller Mimpsey,
vice-president of the Thieves' Guild, was jostled in the marketplace and
then found on returning home that a freshly-stolen handful of diamonds
had vanished from their place of concealment, he knew who to blame.(1)
This was the type of thief that could steal the initiative, the moment the
words were out of your mouth.
(1) This was because Gritoller had swallowed the jewels for safe keeping.
[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 63-64 ('Compleet', 'Majik', 'enterr', 'physycal', 'hys', 'bodie',
# 'Destinie', 'Deathe', 'werre', 'nowe', 'menne', 'Ende',
# 'Worlde', 'hadd', 'bee', 'goddes', 'ould', 'Apocralypse',
# 'legende', 'thee': all accurate; 'ould' may be a typo...)
%passage 5
It was deathly quiet in the Library. The books were no longer frantic.
They'd passed through their fear and out into the calm waters of abject
terror, and they crouched on their shelves like so many mesmerised rabbits.
A long hairy arm reached up and grabbed /Casplock's Compleet Lexicon of
Majik and Precepts for the Wise/ before it could back away, soothed its
terror with a long-fingered hand, and opened it under 'S'. The Librarian
smoothed the trembling page gently and ran a horny nail down the entries
until he came to:
*Sourceror*, /n. (mythical). A proto-wizard, a doorway through/
/which new majik may enterr the world, a wizard not limited by/
/the physycal capabilities of hys own bodie, not by Destinie,/
/nor by Deathe. It is written that there once werre sourcerors/
/in the youth of the world but not may there by nowe and blessed/
/be, for sourcery is not for menne and the return of sourcery/
/would mean the Ende of the Worlde... If the Creator hadd meant/
/menne to bee as goddes, he ould have given them wings./
/SEE ALSO: thee Apocralypse, the legende of thee Ice Giants,/
/and thee Teatime of the Goddes./
The Librarian read the cross-references, turned back to the first entry,
and stared at it through deep dark eyes for a long time. Then he put the
book back carefully, crept under his desk, and pulled the blanket over
his head.
[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 71-72
%passage 6
The current Patrician, head of the extremely rich and powerful Vetinari
family, was thin, tall and apparently as cold-blooded as a dead penguin.
Just by looking at him you could tell he was the sort of man you'd expect
to keep a white cat, and caress it idly while sentencing people to death
in a piranha tank; and you'd hazard for good measure that he probably
collected rare, thin porcelain, turning it over and over in his blue-white
fingers while distant screams echoed from the depths of the dungeons. You
wouldn't put it past him to use the word "exquisite" and have thin lips.
He looked the kind of person who, when they blinked, you mark it off on
the calendar.
Practically none of this was in fact the case, although he did have a small
and exceedingly elderly wire-haired terrior called Wuffles that smelled
badly and wheezed at people. It was said to be the only thing in the
entire world he truly cared about. He did of course sometimes have people
horribly tortured to death, but this was considered to be perfectly
acceptable behaviour for a civic ruler and generally approved of by the
overwhelming majority of citizens.(1) The people of Ankh are of a
practical persuasion, and felt that the Patrician's edict forebidding all
street theatre and mime artists made up for a lot of things. He didn't
administer a reign of terror, just the occasional light shower.
(1) The overwhelming majority of citizens being defined in this case as
everyone not currently hanging upside down over a scorpion pit.
[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 75
%passage 7
"What exactly /is/ the Aprocralypse?"
Rincewind hesitated. "Well," he said, "it's the end of the world. Sort
of."
"Sort of? /Sort of/ the end of the world? You mean we won't be certain?
We'll all look around and say 'Pardon me, did you hear something?'?"
"It's just that no two seers have ever agreed about it. There have been
all kinds of vague predictions. Quite mad, some of them. So it was
called the Apocralypse." He looked embarrassed. "It's a sort of
apocryphal Apocalypse. A kin of pun, you see."
[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 110
%passage 8
"You're very quiet, Spelter. Do you not agree?"
No. The world had sourcery once, and gave it up for wizardry. Wizardry is
magic for men, not gods. It's not for us. There was something wrong with
it, and we have forgotten what it was. I liked wizardry. It didn't upset
the world. It fitted. It was right. A wizard was all I wanted to be.
He looked down at his feet.
"Yes," he whispered.
[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 141-142 (Rincewind and Nijel have just entered a harem)
%passage 9
Rincewind had eyes for none of this. [...] they were swamped by the
considerably bigger flood of panic at the sight of four guards turning
towards him with scimitars in their hands and the light of murder in their
eyes.
Without hesitation, Rincewind took a step backwards.
"Over to you, friend," he said.
"Right!"
Nijel drew his sword and held it out in front of him, his arms trembling at
the effort.
There were a few seconds of total silence as everyone waited to see what
would happen next. And then Nijel uttered the battle cry that Rincewind
would never quite forget to the end of this life.
"Erm," he said, "excuse me...."
[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 198-199
%passage 10
The astro-philosophers of Krull once succeeded in proving conclusively
that all places are one place and that the distance between them is an
illusion, and this news was an embarrassment to all thinking philosophers
because it did not explain, among other things, signposts. After years of
wrangling the whole thing was then turned over to Ly Tin Wheedle, arguably
the Disc's greatest philosopher,(1) who after some thought proclaimed that
although it was indeed true that all places were one place, that place was
/very large/.
And so psychic order was restored. Distance is, however, an entirely
subjective phenomenon and creatures of magic can adjust it to suit
themselves.
They are not necessarily very good at it.
(1) He always argued that he was.
[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
@@ -6639,7 +6819,7 @@ IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT...
# Used for interaction with Death.
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%section Death
%title Death Quotes (19)
%title Death Quotes (20)
%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
@@ -6709,6 +6889,9 @@ NO-ONE EVER WANTED TO TALK TO ME BEFORE.
# p. 149
%passage 19
I HAVEN'T GOT A SINGLE FRIEND. EVEN CATS FIND ME AMUSING.
# Sourcery, p. 12 (Signet edition)
%passage 20
YOU'RE ONLY PUTTING OFF THE INEVITABLE.
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%e section
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