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A review by qudsiramiz
The Last Continent by Terry Pratchett
3.0
"All tribal myths are true for a given value of true."
"It is a general test of the omnipotence of a God that they can see the fall of a tiny bird but only one God makes notes and a few adjustments so that the next time it can fall faster and further. We may find out why, we may find out why mankind is here although that is more complicated and begs the question 'where else would we be'? It would be terrible to think that some impatient deity might part the cloud and say, "Damn! Are you lot still here? I thought you discovered slood then thousand years ago. I have got ten trillions of ice arriving on Monday" ".
"There is such a thing as an edible, nay, delicious meat pie floater, its mushy peas of just the right consistency, its tomato sauce piquant in its cheekiness, its pie filling tending even towards named parts of the animal. There are platonic burgers made of beef instead of cow lips and hooves. There are fish 'n' chips where the batter is more than just a white goo lurking at the bottom of a batter casing and you can't use the chips to shave with. There are hot dog fillings that have more in common with meat than mere pinkness, whose lucky consumers don't apply mustard because that would spoil the taste. It's just that people can be trained to prefer the other sort, and seek it out. It's as if Machiavelli had written a cookery book.
Even so, there is no excuse for putting pineapple on pizza."
“Why did he have to go to prison?”
“We put all our politicians in prison as soon as they’re elected. Don’t you?”
“Why?”
“It saves time.”
'Well, have you got something like Maxwell's Impressive Separator?' said Ridcully. 'What's that do?' said Archchancellor Rincewind. 'Unmixes two things, like . . . sugar and sand, for example. Uses nanny's demons.'
'Nano-demons, possibly,' murmured Ponder wearily.
"It is a general test of the omnipotence of a God that they can see the fall of a tiny bird but only one God makes notes and a few adjustments so that the next time it can fall faster and further. We may find out why, we may find out why mankind is here although that is more complicated and begs the question 'where else would we be'? It would be terrible to think that some impatient deity might part the cloud and say, "Damn! Are you lot still here? I thought you discovered slood then thousand years ago. I have got ten trillions of ice arriving on Monday" ".
"There is such a thing as an edible, nay, delicious meat pie floater, its mushy peas of just the right consistency, its tomato sauce piquant in its cheekiness, its pie filling tending even towards named parts of the animal. There are platonic burgers made of beef instead of cow lips and hooves. There are fish 'n' chips where the batter is more than just a white goo lurking at the bottom of a batter casing and you can't use the chips to shave with. There are hot dog fillings that have more in common with meat than mere pinkness, whose lucky consumers don't apply mustard because that would spoil the taste. It's just that people can be trained to prefer the other sort, and seek it out. It's as if Machiavelli had written a cookery book.
Even so, there is no excuse for putting pineapple on pizza."
“Why did he have to go to prison?”
“We put all our politicians in prison as soon as they’re elected. Don’t you?”
“Why?”
“It saves time.”
'Well, have you got something like Maxwell's Impressive Separator?' said Ridcully. 'What's that do?' said Archchancellor Rincewind. 'Unmixes two things, like . . . sugar and sand, for example. Uses nanny's demons.'
'Nano-demons, possibly,' murmured Ponder wearily.