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@@ -2947,7 +2947,7 @@ sent, but their /spiritual/ home is in a hidden valley in the high Ramtops
of the Discworld, where the books of history are kept.
These aren't books in which the events of the past are pinned like so many
butterflies to a cork. These are the books from which history in derived.
butterflies to a cork. These are the books from which history is derived.
There are more than twenty thousand of them, each one is ten feet high,
bound in lead, and the letters are so small that they have to be read with
a magnifying glass.
@@ -3098,7 +3098,7 @@ in the street looking for a towel. And then five years later they elected
another one just like him, and really it was amazing how intelligent
people kept on making the same mistakes.
(1) Provided that we wasn't poor, foreign, nor disqualified by reason of
(1) Provided that he wasn't poor, foreign, nor disqualified by reason of
being mad, frivolous, or a woman.
[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
@@ -4758,10 +4758,11 @@ Death. OR THE FAME. OR BECAUSE THEY SHOULDN'T.
#
%title Jingo (12)
%passage 1
# p. 206 (Harper Torch Edition; passage starts mid-paragraph)
It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to
think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone's fault.
If it was us, what did that make Me? After all, I'm one of Us. I must be.
I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks
If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I'm one of Us. I must be.
I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. /No one/ ever thinks
of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do
the bad things.
@@ -7525,7 +7526,7 @@ keen night vision to find. He had already seen some luminous spoon ants
carrying a fork, and, to his surprise, the forgotten mazes were home to
that very rare indoorovore, the Uncommon Sock Eater. There were some
things living up in the pipes, too, which periodically murmured "Awk! Awk!"
Who knew what strange monsters made there home here?
Who knew what strange monsters made their home here?
[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage