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%title The Wee Free Men (1)
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%title The Wee Free Men (9)
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# p. 100 (HarperTempest edition; quin==queen;
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# this rallying cry occurs multiple times; p. 167 has "/Nae quin!
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# Nae king! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna be fooled again!/",
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# p. 193 has same except that King and Quin are reversed and
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# capitalized, p. 287 has "/Nae Quin! Nae Laird! Wee Fee Men!/")
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%passage 1
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%passage 1
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"Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! We willna
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"Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae
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be fooled again!"
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master! /We willna be fooled again!/"
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[The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett]
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%e passage
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# pp. 18-19 (unlike in Lancre and its surrounding Ramtop mountains, witches
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# are unwelcome in the Chalk; the first paragraph continues with
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# mention of things Miss Tick doesn't carry, then things she does,
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# ending with 'and, of course, a lucky charm.')
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%passage 2
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Miss Tick did not look like a witch. Most witches don't, at least the ones
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who wander from place to place. Looking like a witch can be dangerous when
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you walk among the uneducated. [...]
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Everyone in the country carried lucky charms, and Miss Tick had worked out
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that if you didn't have one, people would suspect that you /were/ a witch.
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You had to be a bit cunning to be a witch.
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Miss Tick did have a pointy hat, but it was a stealth hat and pointed only
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when she wanted it to.
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The one thing in her bag that might have made anyone suspicious was a very
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small, grubby booklet entitled /An Introduction to Escapology, by the
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Great Williamson/. If one of the risks of your job is being thrown into a
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pond with your hands tied together, then the ability to swim thirty yards
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underwater, fully clothed, plus the ability to lurk under the weeds
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breathing air through a hollow reed, count as nothing if you aren't also
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/amazingly/ good at knots.
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[The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett]
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# pp. 29-30 ('pune' is accurate; a mispronunciation of 'pun', as indicated
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# by the footnote; one wonders how a nine year old farm girl knows
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# how to pronounce 'mystique'...)
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%passage 3
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"My name," she said at last, "is Miss Tick. And I /am/ a witch. It's a
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good name for a witch, of course."
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"You mean blood-sucking parasite?" said Tiffany, wrinkling her forehead.
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"I'm sorry," said Miss Tick, coldly.
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"Ticks," said Tiffany. "Sheep get them. But if you use turpentine--"
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"I /meant/ that it /sounds/ like 'mystic,'" said Miss Tick.
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"Oh, you mean a pune, or play on words," said Tiffany.(1) "In that case it
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would be even better if you were Miss /Teak/, a dense foreign wood, because
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that would sound like 'mystique,' or you could be Miss Take, which would--"
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"I can see we're going to get on like a house on fire," said Miss Tick.
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"There may be no survivors."
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(1) Tiffany had read lots of words in the dictionary that she'd never heard
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spoken, so she had to guess at how they were pronounced.
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[The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett]
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# pp. 64-65
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%passage 4
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There was a lot of mist around, but a few stars were visible overhead and
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there was a gibbous moon in the sky. Tiffany knew it was gibbous because
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she'd read in the Almanack that /gibbous/ means what the moon looked like
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when it was just a bit fatter than half full, and so she made a point of
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paying attention to it around those times just so that she could say to
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herself, "Ah, I see the moon's very gibbous tonight."
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It's possible that this tells you more about Tiffany than she would want
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you to know.
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[The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 159 (bigjob: pictsie term for human; 'heid', 'dinna', 'canna', 'noo',
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# 'aroound', and 'Tiffan' are accurate)
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"[...] Ye have the First Sight and the Second Thoughts, just like yer
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Granny. That's rare in a bigjob."
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"Don't you mean Second Sight?" Tiffany asked. "Like people who can see
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ghosts and stuff?"
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"Ach, no. That's typical bigjob thinking. /First Sight/ is when you can
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see what's really there, not what your heid tells you /ought/ to be there.
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Ye saw Jenny, ye saw the horseman, ye saw them as real thingies. Second
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sight is dull sight, it's seeing only what you expect to see. Most bigjobs
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ha' that. Listen to me, because I'm fadin' noo and there's a lot you dinna
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ken. Ye think this is the whole world? That is a good thought for sheep
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and mortals who dinna open their eyes. Because in truth there are more
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worlds than stars in the sky. Understand? They are everywhere, big and
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small, close as your skin. They are /everywhere/. Some ye can see an'
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some ye canna, but there are doors, Tiffan. They might be a hill or a
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tree or a stone or a turn in the road, or they might e'en be a thought in
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yer heid, but they are there, all aroound ye. You'll have to learn to see
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'em, because you walk among them and dinna know it. And some of them...
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is poisonous."
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[The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 193 (source text is all italics here; passage continues with the speakers
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# getting in synch and shouting the cry from passage 1)
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%passage 6
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"They can tak' oour lives but they canna tak' oour troousers!"
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"Ye'll tak' the high road an' I'll tak' yer wallet!"
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"There can only be one t'ousand!"
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"Ach, stick it up yer trakkans!"
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[The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 227 (also all italics; end of a reminiscence of Granny Aching by Tiffany)
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%passage 7
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"Them as can do has to do for them as can't. And someone has to speak up
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for them as has no voices."
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[The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett]
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# p. 287 (like passage 6, this ties back to passage 1; the cry there is
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# one of the things Tiffany hears)
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%passage 8
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Tiffany might have been the only person, in all the worlds that there are,
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to be happy to hear the sound of the Nac Mac Feegle.
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They poured out of the smashed nut. Some were still wearing bow ties.
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Some were back in their kilts. But they were all in a fighting mood and,
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to save time, were fighting with one another to get up to speed.
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[The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett]
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# pp. 313-314 (passage starts mid-paragraph; 'mebbe' and 'oour' are accurate)
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%passage 9
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"[...] Can you bring Wentworth?"
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"Aye."
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"And you won't get lost or--or drunk or anything?"
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Rob Anybody looked offended. "We ne'er get lost!" he said. "We always ken
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where we are! It's just sometimes mebbe we aren't sure where everything
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else is, but it's no' our fault if /everything else/ gets lost! The Nac
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Mac Feegle never get lost!"
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"What about drunk?" said Tiffany, dragging Roland toward the lighthouse.
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"We've ne'er been lost in oour lives! Is that no' the case, lads?" said
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Rob Anybody. There was a murmur of resentful agreement. "The words /lost/
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and /Nac Mac Feegle/ shouldna turn up in the same sentence!"
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"And drunk?" said Tiffany again, laying Roland down on the beach.
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"Gettin' lost is something that happens to other people!" declared Rob
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Anybody. "I want to make that point perfectly clear!"
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