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%title Guards! Guards! (2)
%title Guards! Guards! (14)
# p. 283 (ROC edition)
%passage 1
Never build a dungeon you wouldn't be happy to spend the night in yourself.
The world would be a happier place if more people remembered that.
"I see you're very comfortable here," said Vimes weakly.
"Never build a dungeon you wouldn't be happy to spend the night in
yourself," said the Patrician, laying out the food on the cloth. "The
world would be a happier place if more people remembered that."
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 133
%passage 2
These weren't encouraged in the city, since the heft and throw of a
longbow's arrow could send it through an innocent bystander a hundred
yards away instead of the innocent bystander at whom it was aimed.
longbow's arrow could send it through an innocent bystander a hundred
yards away rather than the innocent bystander at whom it was aimed.
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 26 (first and second paragraphs are actually end of one section,
# start of next one; first 'Thunder rolled...' had three dot
# elipsis, second hand has four, elipsis plus final period--
# first changed to four here so that they match)
%passage 3
Thunder rolled....
It is said that the gods play games with the lives of men. But what games,
and why, and the identities of the actual pawns, and what the game is, and
what the rules are--who knows?
Best not to speculate.
Thunder rolled....
It rolled a six.
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 48 (passage is a footnote)
%passage 4
One of the remarkable innovations introduced by the Patrician was to make
the Thieves' Guilde /responsible/ for theft, with annual budgets, forward
planning and, above all, rigid job protection. Thus, in return for an
agreed average level of crime per annum, the thieves themselves saw to it
that unauthorized crime was met with the full force of Injustice, which was
generally a stick with nails in it.
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 87 (passage ends mid-paragraph)
%passage 5
"Well, sir," he said, "I know that dragons have been extinct for thousands
of years, sir--"
"Yes?" The Patrician's eyes narrowed.
Vimes plunged on. "But sir, the thing is, do /they/ know?" [...]
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 114 (passage is a footnote)
%passage 6
The Guild of Fire Fighters had been outlawed by the Patrician the previous
year after many complaints. The point was that, if you bought a contract
from the Guild, your house would be protected against fire. Unfortunately,
the general Ankh-Morpork ethos quickly came to the fore and fire fighters
would tend to go to prospective clients' houses in groups, making loud
comments like "Very inflammable looking place, this" and "Probably go up
like a firework with just one carelessly dropped match, know what I mean?"
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 131 (Sherlock Holmes)
%passage 7
Once you've ruled out the impossible then whatever is left, however
improbable, must be the truth. The problem lay in working out what was
impossible, of course. That was the trick, all right.
There was also the curious incident of the orangutan in the night-time....
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 150 (Dirty Harry with a small swamp dragon rather than a .45 Magnum...)
%passage 8
A streak of green fire blasted out of the back of the shed, passed a foot
over the heads of the mob, and burned a charred rosette in the woodwork
over the door.
Then came a voice that was a honeyed purr of shear deadly menace.
"/This is Lord Mountjoy Quickfang Winterforth IV, the hottest dragon in the
city. It could burn your head clean off./"
Captain Vimes limped forward from the shadows.
A small and extremely frightened golden dragon was clamped firmly under one
arm. His other hand held it by the tail.
The rioters watched it, hypnotised.
"Now I know what you're thinking," Vimes went on, softly. "You're
wondering, after all this excitement, has it got enough flame left? And,
y'know, I ain't so sure myself..."
He leaned forward, sighting between the dragon's ears, and his voice
buzzed like a knife blade:
"What you've got to ask yourself is: Am I feeling lucky?"
They swayed backwards as he advanced.
"Well?" he said. "/Are/ you feeling lucky?"
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 154 (passage is a footnote; ten pages later, Sergeant Colon uses the
# old version of the proverb)
%passage 9
The phrase "Set a thief to catch a thief" had by this time (after strong
representations from the Thieves' Guilde) replaced a much older and
quintessentially Ankh-Morpork proverb, which was "Set a deep hole with
spring-loaded sides, tripwires, whirling knife blades driven by water power,
broken glass and scorpions, to catch a thief."
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 174 (passage starts mid-paragraph)
%passage 10
[...] There was no difference at all between the richest man and the
poorest beggar, apart from the fact that the former had lots of money,
food, power, fine clothes, and good health. But at least he wasn't
any /better/. Just richer, fatter, more powerful, better dressed and
healthier. It had been like that for hundreds of years.
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 205
%passage 11
"Might have been just an innocent bystander, sir," said Carrot.
"What, in Ankh-Morpork?"
"Yes, sir."
"We should have grabbed him, then, just for the rarity value," said Vimes.
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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# pp. 262-263 (passage is a footnote; 'practise', 'practised' are accurate)
%passage 12
A number of religions in Ankh-Morpork still practised human sacrifice,
except that they really didn't need to practise any more because they had
got so good at it. City law said that only condemned criminals should be
used, but that was all right because in most of the religions refusing to
volunteer for sacrifice was an offense punishable by death.
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 292
%passage 13
There were times when an ape had to do what a man had to do...
The orangutan threw a complex salute and swung away into the darkness.
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
# p. 299-300 + 325 (final part comes quite a bit later; Carrot is trying to
# alert oblivious Sergeant Colon that the dragon is coming)
%passage 14
"This is what it comes to!" muttered Colon. "Decent women can't walk down
the street without being eaten! Right, you bastards, you're... you're
/geography/--"
"Sergeant!" Carrot repeated urgently.
"It's history, not geography," said Nobby. "That's what you're supposed to
say. History. 'You're history!' you say."
"Well, whatever," snapped Colon. "Let's see now--"
[...(quite a while later)...]
"You heard the Man," he rasped. "One false move and you're... you're--" he
took a desparate stab at it--"you're Home Economics!"
[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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