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%title The Fifth Elephant (2)
%title The Fifth Elephant (9)
%passage 1
You did something because it had always been done,
and the explanation was "but we've always done it this way."
You did something because it had always been done,
and the explanation was "but we've always done it this way."
A million dead people can't have been wrong, can they?
[The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 233 (Harper Torch edition) [this is a footnote]
%passage 2
He'd noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: It facinated
people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and
interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they
created vast banquets in their imagination - but at the end of the day
created vast banquets in their imagination--but at the end of the day
they'd settle quite happily for egg and chips, if it was well done and
maybe had a slice of tomato.
maybe had a slice of tomato.
[The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
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# pp. 80-81 (Harper Torch edition) [the pigeon is trained to carry messages]
%passage 3
Constable Shoe saluted, but a litle testily. He'd been waiting rather a
long time.
"Afternoon, Sergeant--"
"That's Captain," said Captain Colon. "See the pip on my shoulder, Reg?"
Reg looked closely. "I thought it was bird doings, Sarge."
"That's Captain," said Colon Automatically. "It's only chalk now because
I ain't got time to get it done properly," he said, "so don't be cheeky."
[...]
A pigeon chose that diplomatic moment to flutter into the factory and land
on Colon's shoulder, where it promoted him. [...]
[The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 187
%passage 4
The wheels clattered over the wood of a drawbridge.
As castles went, this looked as though it could be taken by a small squad
of not very efficient soldiers. Its builder had not been thinking about
fortifications. He'd been influenced by fairy tales and possibly by some
of the more ornamental sorts of cake. It was a castle for looking at.
For defense, putting a blanket over your head might be marginally safer.
The coach stopped in the courtyard. [...]
[The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 229
%passage 5
"What a mess," he said. "Locked-room mysteries are even worse when they
leave the room unlocked."
[The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 246 ([sic] 'rules for which he termed "the art..."' seems like it
# ought to have been 'rules for _what_ he termed "the art..."')
%passage 6
He punched the dwarf in the stomach. This was no time to play by the
Marquis of Fantailler rules.(1)
(1) The Marquis of Fantailler got into many fights in his youth, most of
them as a result of being known as the Marquis of Fantailler, and wrote
a set of rules for which he termed "the noble art of fisticuffs" which
mostly consisted of a list of places where people weren't allowed to hit
him. Many people were impressed with his work and later stood with noble
chest outthrust and fists balled in a spirit of manly aggression against
people who hadn't read the Marquis's book but /did/ know how to knock
people senseless with a chair. The last words of a surprisingly large
number of people were "Stuff the bloody Marquis of Fantailler--"
[The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 251
%passage 7
Vimes shivered. He hadn't realized how warm it had been underground. Or
what time it was. There was a dim, a very dim light. Was this just after
sunset? What it almost dawn?
The flakes were piling up on his damp clothes, driven by the wind.
Freedom could get you killed.
Shelter ... that was /essential/. The time of day and a precise location
were of no use to the dead. They always knew what time it was and where
they were.
[The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 267
%passage 8
GOOD MORNING.
Vimes blinked. A tall dark-robed figure was now sitting in the boat.
"Are you Death?"
IT'S THE SCYTHE, ISN'T IT. PEOPLE ALWAYS NOTICE THE SCYTHE.
"I'm going to die?"
POSSIBLY.
"/Possibly/? You turn up when people are /possibly/ going to die?"
OH YES. IT'S QUITE THE NEW THING. IT'S BECAUSE OF THE UNCERTAINTY
PRINCIPLE.
"What's that?"
I'M NOT SURE.
[The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 288 [sic: missing 4th '.' at end]
%passage 9
"Are you in charge of the Watch here?"
"No. That's the job of the Burgermaster."
"And who gives him /his/ orders?"
"Everyone," said Tantony bitterly. Vimes nodded. Been there, he thought.
Been there, done that, bought the dublet...
[The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
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