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Finally a Rinceworld where I didn't spend a large chunk of the book disliking the main character :)
Not a lot to say about this one, but it is interesting to see the skill progression as Discworld gets its feet underneath of it.
And now, my favorite quotes:
“I meant,” said Ipslore, bitterly, “what is there in this world that makes living worthwhile?” Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually, CATS ARE NICE. “Curse you!”
In some parts of the city curiosity didn’t just kill the cat, it threw it in the river with lead weights tied to its feet.
The subject of wizards and sex is a complicated one, but as has already been indicated it does, in essence, boil down to this: when it comes to wine, women and song, wizards are allowed to get drunk and croon as much as they like.
“I’ve just killed a wooden box,” she said.
No one knows why smoking boots always remain, no matter how big the explosion. It seems to be just one of those things.
And then Nijel uttered the battle cry that Rincewind would never quite forget to the end of his life. “Erm,” he said, “excuse me…”
“When they come to write the list of Great Battle Cries of the World, ‘Erm, excuse me’ won’t be one of them.”
He had met Cohen and, while he could read after a fashion, the old boy had never really mastered the pen and still signed his name with an “X,” which he usually spelled wrong.
“Talent just defines what you do,” he said. “It doesn’t define what you are. Deep down, I mean. When you know what you are, you can do anything.”
The truth isn’t easily pinned to a page. In the bathtub of history the truth is harder to hold than the soap, and much more difficult to find…
They seemed prepared to make the world the way they wanted it or die in the attempt, and the trouble with dying in the attempt was that you died in the attempt.
In other words, it’s the familiar hot sinking feeling experienced by everyone who has let the waves of their own anger throw them far up on the beach of retribution, leaving them, in the poetic language of the everyday, up shit creek.
“If failure had no penalty success would not be a prize,” he said.
It’s vital to remember who you really are. It’s very important. It isn’t a good idea to rely on other people or things to do it for you, you see. They always get it wrong.”
Not a lot to say about this one, but it is interesting to see the skill progression as Discworld gets its feet underneath of it.
And now, my favorite quotes:
“I meant,” said Ipslore, bitterly, “what is there in this world that makes living worthwhile?” Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually, CATS ARE NICE. “Curse you!”
In some parts of the city curiosity didn’t just kill the cat, it threw it in the river with lead weights tied to its feet.
The subject of wizards and sex is a complicated one, but as has already been indicated it does, in essence, boil down to this: when it comes to wine, women and song, wizards are allowed to get drunk and croon as much as they like.
“I’ve just killed a wooden box,” she said.
No one knows why smoking boots always remain, no matter how big the explosion. It seems to be just one of those things.
And then Nijel uttered the battle cry that Rincewind would never quite forget to the end of his life. “Erm,” he said, “excuse me…”
“When they come to write the list of Great Battle Cries of the World, ‘Erm, excuse me’ won’t be one of them.”
He had met Cohen and, while he could read after a fashion, the old boy had never really mastered the pen and still signed his name with an “X,” which he usually spelled wrong.
“Talent just defines what you do,” he said. “It doesn’t define what you are. Deep down, I mean. When you know what you are, you can do anything.”
The truth isn’t easily pinned to a page. In the bathtub of history the truth is harder to hold than the soap, and much more difficult to find…
They seemed prepared to make the world the way they wanted it or die in the attempt, and the trouble with dying in the attempt was that you died in the attempt.
In other words, it’s the familiar hot sinking feeling experienced by everyone who has let the waves of their own anger throw them far up on the beach of retribution, leaving them, in the poetic language of the everyday, up shit creek.
“If failure had no penalty success would not be a prize,” he said.
It’s vital to remember who you really are. It’s very important. It isn’t a good idea to rely on other people or things to do it for you, you see. They always get it wrong.”