From a5d450898def7dbebd64c1b580accb8d658e9223 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: PatR Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2015 19:06:31 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] couple of tribute typos --- dat/tribute | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/dat/tribute b/dat/tribute index 8993e42e2..700a3486b 100644 --- a/dat/tribute +++ b/dat/tribute @@ -1510,7 +1510,7 @@ legs and then blow it up. %passage 4 Upstairs, Vimes pushed open his office door carefully. The Assassins' Guild played to rules. You could say that about the bastards. It was -terribly bad form to kill a bystander. Apart from antyhing else, you +terribly bad form to kill a bystander. Apart from anything else, you wouldn't get paid. So traps in his office were out of the question, because too many people were in and out of it every day. Even so, it paid to be careful. Vimes /was/ good at making the kind of rich enemies @@ -1687,7 +1687,7 @@ ever noticed that? They never say stuff like: 'Oh dear, things are going to be /really/ bad.' I mean, they're never /misfortune/ cookies." Vimes lit a cigar and shook the match to put it out. "That, Corporal, is -because of one the fundamental driving forces of the universe." +because of one of the fundamental driving forces of the universe." "What? Like, people who read fortune cookies are the lucky ones?" said Nobby.