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