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# NetHack 3.6.0 tribute to:
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# Sir Terence David John "Terry" Pratchett
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# April 28, 1948 - March 12, 2015
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# ("or until the ripples he caused in the world die away...")
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%section books
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%title The Colour of Magic (2)
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%passage 1
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It has been remarked before that those who are sensitive to radiation in the
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far octarine - the eighth colour, the pigment of the Imagination - can see
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things that others cannot.
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Thus it was that Rincewind, hurrying through the crowded, flare-lit, evening
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bazarrs of Morpork with the Luggage trundling behind him, jostled a tall
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figure, turned to deliver a few suitable curses, and beheld Death.
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It had to be Death. No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of
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course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.
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[The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett]
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As he was drawn towards the Eye the terror-struck Rincewind raised the box
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protectively, and at the same time heard the picture imp say, 'They're about
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ripe now, can't hold them any longer. Every-one smile, please.'
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There was a -
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- flash of light so white and so bright -
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- it didn't seem like light at all.
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Bel-Shamharoth screamed, a sound that started in the far ultrasonic and
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finished somewhere in Rincewind's bowels. The tentacles went momentarily as
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stiff as rods, hurling their various cargos around the room, before bunching
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up protectively in front of the abused Eye. The whole mass dropped into the
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pit and a moment later the big slab was snatched up by several dozen tentacles
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and slammed into place, leaving a number of thrashing limbs trapped around the
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edge.
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[The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title The Light Fantastic (2)
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%passage 1
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'Cohen is my name, boy' Belthan's hands stopped moving.
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'Cohen?' she said, 'Cohen the Barbarian?'
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'The very shame.'
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'Hang on, hang on,' said Rincewind, 'Cohen's a great big chap, neck like a bull,
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got chest muscles like a sack of footballs. I mean, he's the Disc's greatest
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warrior, a legend in his own lifetime. I remember my grandad telling me he saw
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him ... my grandad telling me he ... my grandad ...'
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He faltered under the gimlit gaze.
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'Oh,' he said, 'Oh. Of course, Sorry.'
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'Yesh,' said Cohen, and sighed, 'Thatsh right boy, I'm a lifetime in my own
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legend.'
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[The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett]
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Death sat at one side of a black baize table in the entre of the room, arguing
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with Famine, War and Pestilence. Twoflower was the only one to look up and
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notice Rincewind.
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'Hey, how did you get here?' he said.
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'Well, some say that the creator took a handful - oh, I see, well, it's hard to
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explain but I -'
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'Have you got the Luggage?'
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The wooden box pushed past Rincewind and settled down in front of its owner,
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who opened its lid and rummaged around inside until he came up with a small,
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leatherbound book which he handed to War, who was hammering the table with a
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mailed fist.
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'It's "Nosehinger on the Laws of Contract",' he said. 'It's quite good, there's
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a lot in it about double finessing and how to -'
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Death snatched the book with a bony hand anflipped through the pages, quite
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oblivious to the presence of the two men.
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'RIGHT,' he said, 'PESTILENCE, OPEN ANOTHER PACK OF CARDS. I'M GOING TO GET TO
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THE BOTTOM OF THIS IF IT KILLS ME. FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING OF COURSE.'
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[The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Equal Rites (3)
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...it is well known that a vital ingredient of success is not knowing that
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what you're attempting can't be done.
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[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
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Million-to-one chances...crop up nine times out of ten.
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[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
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Animal minds are simple, and therefore sharp. Animals never spend time
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dividing experience into little bits and speculating about all the bits
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they've missed. The whole panoply of the universe has been neatly
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expressed to them as things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from,
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and (d) rocks. This frees the mind from unnecessary thoughts and gives
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it a cutting edge where it matters. Your normal animal, in fact, never
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tries to walk and chew gum at the same time.
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The average human, on the other hand, thinks about all sorts of things
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around the clock, on all sorts of levels, with interruptions from dozens
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of biological calendars and timepieces. There's thoughts about to be said,
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and private thoughts, and real thoughts, and thoughts about thoughts, and
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a whole gamut of subconscious thoughts. To a telepath the human head is
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a din. It is a railway terminus with all the Tannoys talking at once.
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It is a complete FM waveband- and some of those stations aren't reputable,
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they're outlawed pirates on forbidden seas who play late-night records with
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limbic lyrics.
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[Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Mort (1)
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Ankh-Morpork had dallied with many forms of government and hand ended up with that form of democracy known as One Man, One Vote. The Patrician was the Man; he had the Vote.
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[Mort, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Sourcery (2)
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%passage 1
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And what would humans be without love?
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RARE, said Death.
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[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
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They suffered from the terrible delusion that something could be done.
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They seemed prepared to make the world the way they wanted it or die in the attempt,
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and the trouble with dying in the attempt was that you died in the attempt.
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[Sourcery, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Wyrd Sisters (1)
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%passage 1
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Destiny is important, see, but people go wrong when they think it controls them. It's the other way around.
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[Wyrd Sisters, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Pyramids (2)
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The trouble with life was that you didn't get a chance to practice before doing it for real.
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[Pyramids, by Terry Pratchett]
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Mere animals couldn't possibly manage to act like this. You need to be a human being to be really stupid.
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[Pyramids, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Guards! Guards! (2)
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Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett
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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.
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[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett
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These weren't encouraged in the city, since the heft and throw of a longbow's arrow could send it
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through an innocent bystander a hundred yards away instead of the innocent bystander at whom it was aimed.
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[Guards! Guards!, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Eric (2)
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No enemies had ever taken Ankh-Morpork. Well, /technically/ they had, quite often; the city welcomed free-spending barbarian invaders, but somehow the puzzled raiders always found, after a few days, that they didn't own their own horses any more, and within a couple of months they were just another minority group with its own graffiti and food shops.
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[Terry Pratchett, Eric]
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Rincewind looked down at the broad steps they were climbing. They were something of a novelty; each one was built out of large stone letters. The one he was just stepping on to, for example, read: I Meant It For The Best.
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The next one was: I Thought You'd Like It.
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Eric was standing on: For The Sake Of The Children.
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'Weird, isn't it?' he said. 'Why do it like this?'
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'I think they're meant to be good intentions,' said Rincewind. This was a road to hell, and demons were, after all, traditionalists.
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[Terry Pratchett, Eric]
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%title Moving Pictures (4)
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This is space. It's sometimes called the final frontier.
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(Except that of course you can't have a /final/ frontier, because there'd be nothing for it to be a frontier /to/, but as frontiers go, it's pretty penultimate...)
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[Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures]
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By and large, the only skill the alchemists of Ankh-Morpork had discovered so far was the ability to turn gold into less gold.
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[Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures]
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There was a dog sitting by his feet.
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It was small, bow-legged and wiry, and basically grey but with patches of brown, white, and black in outlying areas...
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It looked up slowly, and said 'Woof?'
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Victor poked an exploratory finger in his ear. It must have been a trick of an echo, or something. It wasn't that the dog had gone 'woof!', although that was practically unique in itself; most dogs in the universe /never/ went 'woof!', they had complicated barks like 'whuuugh!' and 'hwhoouf!'. No, it was that it hadn't in fact /barked/ at all. It had /said/ 'woof'.
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'Could have bin worse, mister. I could have said "miaow".'
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[Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures]
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''Twas beauty killed the beast,' said the Dean, who liked to say things like that.
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'No it wasn't,' said the Chair. 'It was it splatting into the ground like that.'
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[Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures]
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%title Reaper Man (1)
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Reaper Man, by Terry Pratchett
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%title Witches Abroad (1)
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Vampires have risen from the dead, the grave and the crypt, but have never
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managed it from the cat.
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%title Small Gods (2)
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He says gods like to see an atheist around. Gives them something to aim at.
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[Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett]
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Pets are always a great help in times of stress. And in times of starvation too, o'course.
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%title Lords and Ladies (1)
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Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
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Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.
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Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
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Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
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Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
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Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
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The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake,
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and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have
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changed their meaning.
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No one ever said elves are nice.
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Elves are bad.
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[Lords and Ladies, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Men at Arms (1)
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The maze was so small that people got lost looking for it.
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[Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Soul Music (2)
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But this didn't feel like magic. It felt a lot older than that. It felt like music
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[Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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"Yes," said the skull. "Quit while you're a head, that's what I say."
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[Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Interesting Times (2)
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Whatever happens, they say afterwards, it must have been fate.
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People are always a little confused about this, as they are in
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the case of miracles. When someone is saved from certain death
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by a strange concatenation of circumstances, they say that's a
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miracle. But of course if someone is killed by a freak chain of
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events -- the oil spilled just there, the safety fence broken
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just there -- that must also be a miracle. Just because it's
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not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.
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[Interesting Times, by Terry Pratchett]
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"Oh, no," said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, pushing his chair back.
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"Not that. That's meddling with things you don't understand."
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"Well, we are wizards," said Ridcully. "We're supposed to meddle in
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things we don't understand. If we hung around waitin' till we
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understood things we'd never get anything done."
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'Maybe you could... help us?'
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'What's wrong?'
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'It's my boy...'
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Granny opened the door further and saw the womand standing behind Mr. Slot. One look at her face was enough. There was a bundle in her arms.
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Granny stepped back. 'Bring him in and let me have a look at him.'
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She took the baby from the woman, sat down on the room's one chair, and pulled back the blanket.
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'Hmm,' said Granny, after a while.
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'There's a curse on this house, that's what it is,' said Slot. 'My best cow's been taken mortally sick, too.'
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'Oh? You have a cowshed?' siad Granny. 'Very good place for a sick-room, a cowshed. It's the warmth. You better show me were it is.'
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'You want to take the boy down there?'
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'Right now.'
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[...]
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'How many have you come for?'
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ONE.
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'The cow?'
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Death shook his head.
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'It could be the cow.'
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NO. THAT WOULD BE CHANGING HISTORY.
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'History is about things changing.'
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NO.
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Granny sat back.
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'Then I challenge you to a game. That's traditional. That's /allowed/.'
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Death was silent for a moment.
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THIS IS TRUE.
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'Good.'
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HOWEVER... YOU UNDERSTAND THAT TO WIN ALL YOU MUST GAMBLE ALL?
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'Double or quits? Yes, I know.'
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BUT NOT CHESS.
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'Can't abide chess.'
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OR CRIPPLE MR ONION. I'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THE RULES.
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'Very well. How about one hand of poker? Five cards each, no draws? Sudden death, as they say.'
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Death thought about this, too.
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YOU KNOW THIS FAMILY?
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'No.'
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THEN WHY?
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'Are we talking or are we playing?'
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OH, VERY WELL.
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Granny looked at her cards, and threw them down.
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FOUR QUEENS. HMM. THAT /IS/ VERY HIGH.
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Death looked down at his cards, and then up into Granny's steady, blue-eyed gaze.
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Neither moved for some time.
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Then Death laid the hand on the table.
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I LOSE. ALL I HAVE IS FOUR ONES.
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[Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
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Ahahahahaha!
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Ahahahaha!
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Aahahaha!
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BEWARE!!!!!
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Yrs sincerely,
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The Opera Ghost
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'What sort of person,' said Salzella, 'sits down and /writes/ a maniacal laugh? And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head. Opera can do that to a man.'
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[Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
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Agnes had woken up one morning with the horrible realization that she'd been saddled with a lovely personality. It was the lack of choice that rankled. No one had asked her, before she was born, whether she wanted a lovely personality or whether she'd prefer, say, a miserable personality but a body that could take size 9 in dresses. Instead, people would take pains to tell her that beauty was only skin-deep, as if a man ever fell for an attractive pair of kidneys.
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'And what can I get you, officers?' she said.
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'Officers? Us? What makes you think we're watchment?'
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'He's got a helmet on,' Nanny pointed out.
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'Milit'ry chic,' Nobby said. 'It's just a fashion accessory. Actually, we are gentlemen of means and have nothing to do with the City Watch whatsoever.'
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'Well, /gentlemen/, would you like some wine?'
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'Not while we on duty, t'anks', said the troll.
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%title Feet of Clay (2)
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Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything.
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It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need people.
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It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.
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It was hard enough to kill a vampire. You could stake them down and turn them into dust and ten years later someone drops a drop of blood in the wrong place and guess who's back?
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They returned more times than raw broccoli.
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Everything starts somewhere, though many physicists disagree.
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But people have always been dimly aware of the problem with the start of things.
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They wonder how the snowplough driver gets to work, or how the makers of dictionaries look up the spelling of words.
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It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us.
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If it was Them, then nothing was anyone's fault. If it was us, what did that make Me?
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After all, I'm one of Us. I must be. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them.
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No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us.
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It's Them that do the bad things.
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PEOPLE'S WHOLE LIVES DO PASS IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES BEFORE THEY DIE. THE PROCESS IS CALLED 'LIVING'.
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"When You're Up to Your Ass in Alligators, Today Is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life."
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Perdita thought that not obeying rules was somehow cool.
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Agnes thought that rules like "Don't fall into this huge pit of spikes"
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were there for a purpose.
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You did something because it had always been done,
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and the explanation was "but we've always done it this way."
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A million dead people can't have been wrong, can they?
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[The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
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He'd noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: It facinated people,
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they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting
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pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast
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banquets in their imagination - but at the end of the day they'd settle quite
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happily for egg and chips, if it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato.
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There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those
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who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is
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half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty.
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The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's
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up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is may glass? I don't think
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so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass! Who's been pinching my beer?
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The world is made up of four elements: Earth, Air, Fire and Water.
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This is a fact well known even to Corporal Nobbs. It's also wrong.
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"No running with scythes!"
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[Thief of Time, by Terry Pratchett]
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Too many people, when listing all the perils to be found in the search
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for lost treasure or ancient wisdom, had forgotten to put at the top of
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the list 'the man who arrived just before you'.
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The reason for the story was a mix of many things. There was humanity's
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desire to do forebidden deeds merely because they were forebidden.
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There was its desire to find new horizon's and kill the people who live
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beyond them. There were the mysterious scrolls. There was the cucumber.
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But mostly there was the knowledge that one day, it would all be over.
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'Ah, well, life goes on,' people say when someone dies. But from the
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point of view of the person who has just died, it doesn't. It's the
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universe that goes on. Just as the deceased was getting the hang of
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everything it's all whisked away, by illness or accident or, in one
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case, a cucumber. Why this has to be is one of the imponderables of
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life, in the face of which people either start to pray...
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or become really, really angry.
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[The Last Hero, written by Terry Pratchett, illustrated by Paul Kidby]
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'And they're /heroes/,' said Mr Betteridge of the Guild of Historians.
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'And that means, exactly?' said the Patrician, sighing.
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'They're good at doing what they want to do.'
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'But they are also, as I understand it, very old men.'
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'Very old /heroes/,' the historian corrected him. 'That just means
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they've had a lot of /experience/ in doing what they want to do.
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Lord Vetinari sighed again. He did not like to live in a world of
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heroes. You had civilisation, such as it was, and you had heroes.
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[The Last Hero, written by Terry Pratchett, illustrated by Paul Kidby]
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They were, all of them, old men. Their background conversation was
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a litany of complaints about feet, stomachs and backs. They moved
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slowly. But they had a /look/ about them. It was in their eyes.
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Their eyes said that wherever it was, they had been there. Whatever
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it was, they had done it, sometimes more than once. But they would
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never, ever, /buy/ the T-shirt. And they /did/ know the meaning of
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the word 'fear'. It was something that happened to other people.
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[The Last Hero, written by Terry Pratchett, illustrated by Paul Kidby]
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Captain Carrot saluted. 'Force is always the last resort, sir,' he said.
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'I believe for Cohen it's the first choice,' said Lord Vetinari.
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'He's not too bad if you don't come up behind him suddenly,' said Rincewind.
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'Ah, there is the voice of our mission specialist,' said the Patrician.
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'I just hope-- What is that on your badge, Captain Carrot?'
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'Mission motto, sir,' said Carrot cheerfully. '/Morituri Nolumus Mori/.
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Rincewind suggested it.'
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'I imagine he did,' said Lord Vetinari, observing the wizard coldly.
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'And would you care to give us a colloquial translation, Mr Rincewind?'
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'Er...' Rincewind hesitated, but there really was no escape. 'Er...
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roughly speaking, it means, "We who are about to die don't want to", sir.'
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[The Last Hero, written by Terry Pratchett, illustrated by Paul Kidby]
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'A good wizard, Rincewind,' said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. 'Not
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particularly bright, but, frankly, I've never been quite happy with
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intelligence. An overrated talent, in my humble opinion.'
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Ponder's ears went red.
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[...]
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'Mr Stibbons was right, was he?' said Ridcully, staring at Ponder. 'How
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did you work that out so /exactly/, Mr Stibbons?'
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'I, er...' Ponder felt the eyes of the wizards on him. 'I--' He stopped.
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'It was a lucky guess, sir.'
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The wizards relaxed. They were extremely uneasy with cleverness, but
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lucky guessing was what being a wizard was all about.
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[The Last Hero, written by Terry Pratchett, illustrated by Paul Kidby]
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Evil Harry looked down and shuffled his feet, his face a battle between
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pride and relief.
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'Good of you to say that, lads,' he mumbled. 'I mean, you know, if it
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was up to me I wouldn't do this to yer, but I got a reputation to--'
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'I said we /understand/,' said Cohen. 'It's just like with us. You see
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a big hairy thing galloping towards you, you don't stop to think: Is
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this a rare species on the point of extinction? No, you hack its head
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off. 'Cos that's heroing, am I right? An' /you/ see someone, you
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betray 'em, quick as a wink. 'Cos that's villaining.'
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[The Last Hero, written by Terry Pratchett, illustrated by Paul Kidby]
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The important thing about adventures, thought Mr Bunnsy, was that they shouldn't be so long as to make you miss mealtimes.
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[The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents, by Terry Pratchett]
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When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend.
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[Night Watch, by Terry Pratchett]
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"Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! We willna be fooled again!"
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[The Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett]
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'How can you protect yourself by carrying a sword if
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you don't know how to use it?'
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'Not me, sir. Other people. They see the sword and
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don't attack me,' said Maladict patiently.
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'Yes, but if they did, lad, you wouldn't be any good with it,' said the sergeant.
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'No, sir. I'd probably settle for just ripping their heads off, sir.
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That's what I mean by protection, sir. Theirs, not mine.
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And I'd get hell from the League if I did that, sir'
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[Monstrous Regiment, by Terry Pratchett]
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Why do you go away?
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So that you can come back. So that you can see the place
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you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people
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there see you differently, too.
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Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
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[A Hat Full of Sky, by Terry Pratchett]
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What was magic, after all, but something that happened at the
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snap of a finger? Where was the magic in that? It was mumbled
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words and weird drawings in old books and in the wrong hands it
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was dangerous as hell, but not one half as dangerous as it could
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be in the right hands.
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[Going Postal, by Terry Pratchett]
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Why bother with a cunning plan when a simple one will do?
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[Thud!, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title Wintersmith (2)
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That's Third Thoughts for you.
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When a huge rock is going to land on your head,
|
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they're the thoughts that think:
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Is that an igneous rock, such as granite, or is it sandstone?
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[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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They say that there can never be two snowflakes that are exactly alike, but has anyone checked lately?
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[Wintersmith, by Terry Pratchett]
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Making Money, by Terry Pratchett
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'I'm an Igor, thur. We don't athk quethtionth.'
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'Really? Why not?'
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'I don't know, thur. I didn't athk.'
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[Making Money, by Terry Pratchett]
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%e pasasge
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%passage 2
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The Watch armour fitted like a glove. He'd have preferred it to fit like a helmet and breastplate. It was common knowledge that the Watch's approach to uniforms was one-size-doesn't-exactly-fit-anybody, and that Commander Vimes disapproved of armour that didn't have that kicked-by-trolls look. He liked it to make it clear that it had been doing its job.
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[Making Money, by Terry Pratchett]
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'The world is full of things worth more than gold. But we dig the damn stuff up and then bury it in a different hole. Where's the sense in that? What are we, magpies? Good heavens, /potatoes/ are worth more than gold!'
|
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'Surely not!'
|
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'If you were shipwrecked on a desert island, what would you prefer, a bag of potatoes or a bag of gold?'
|
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'Yes, but a desert island isn't Ankh-Morpork!'
|
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'And that proves gold is only valuable because we agree it is, right? It's just a dream. But a potato is always worth a potato, anywhere. A knob of butter and a pinch of salt and you've got a meal, /anywhere/. Bury gold in the ground and you'll be worrying about thieves for ever. Bury a potato and in due season you could be looking at a dividend of a thousand per cent.'
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[Making Money, by Terry Pratchett]
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Be one of the crowd? It went against everything a wizard stood for,
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and a wizard would not stand for anything if he could sit down for it,
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but even sitting down, you had to stand out.
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[Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett]
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%title I Shall Wear Midnight (2)
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%passage 1
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It is important that we know where we come from,
|
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because if you do not know where you come from,
|
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then you don't know where you are,
|
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and if you don't know where you are,
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you don't know where you're going.
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And if you don't know where you're going, you're probably going wrong.
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[I Shall Wear Midnight, by Terry Pratchett]
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There have been times, lately, when I dearly wished that I
|
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could change the past. Well, I can't, but I can change the
|
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present, so that when it becomes the past it will turn out
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to be a past worth having.
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[I Shall Wear Midnight, by Terry Pratchett]
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They were crude weapons, to be sure, but a flint axe hitting your head does not need a degree in physics.
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[Snuff, by Terry Pratchett]
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It is a strange thing to find yourself doing something you
|
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have apparently always wanted to do, when in fact up until
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that moment you had never known that you always wanted to do it...
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[Snuff, by Terry Pratchett]
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Yesterday you never thought about it and after today you
|
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don't know what you would do without it.
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That was what the technology was doing.
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It was your slave but, in a sense, it might be the other way round.
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[Raising Steam, by Terry Pratchett]
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If you take enough precautions, you never need to take precautions.
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[Raising Steam, by Terry Pratchett]
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#-----------------------------------------------------
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%section Death
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%title Death Quotes (2)
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%passage 1
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WHERE THE FIRST PRIMAL CELL WAS, THERE WAS I ALSO. WHERE MAN IS, THERE AM I.
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WHEN THE LAST LIFE CRAWLS UNDER FREEZING STARS, THERE WILL I BE.
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I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. *I* TURN UP ONLY ONCE.
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