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