More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
In the silence of the night the books talked to one another. There was also the sound of someone snoring.
It’s a terrible thing to be nearly sixteen and the wrong species.
“How do you spell ‘contravention’?” said Carrot, turning over a page. “I don’t,” said Nobby, pushing through the crowds.
There were, he knew, many gods. There was a god for every trade. There was a beggars’ god, a whores’ goddess, a thieves’ god, probably even an assassins’ god. He wondered whether there was, somewhere in that vast pantheon, a god who would look kindly on hard-pressed and fairly innocent law-enforcement officers who were quite definitely about to die.
“A book has been taken. A book has been taken? You summoned the Watch,” Carrot drew himself up proudly, “because someone’s taken a book? You think that’s worse than murder?” The Librarian gave him the kind of look other people would reserve for people who said things like “What’s so bad about genocide?”
“My speciality is unicorns,” the hunter explained, with an embarrassed smile. “Oh, right.” The first speaker looked like someone who’d always been dying to ask the question. “I thought they were very rare these days.” “You’re right there. You don’t see many unicorns, either,” said the unicorn hunter. Vimes got the impression that, in his whole life, this was his only joke.
Going Up in the World is a metaphor, which I am learning about, it is like Lying but more decorative.
Vimes felt that a comment was called for. He said: “Arrgh.”
Nobby gave the dripping finery a jaundiced look. “Doesn’t look that old to me,” he said. “It looks new. What’re them fat saggy things on that shield?” “Those are the royal hippos of Ankh,” said the man proudly. “Reminders of our noble heritage.” “How long have we had a noble heritage, then?” said Nobby. “Since yesterday, of course.” “You can’t have a heritage in a day,” said Carrot. “It has to last a long time.”
“The people united can never be ignited!”
allo, Captain,” said an ingratiating voice. Vimes looked down. A small and stagnant pond disguised as Nobby grinned sheepishly up at him. “I thought you were dead!” he said. “We’re not,” said Nobby. “Oh. Good.” There didn’t seem much else to say.
“You know what?” said Vimes aloud. “This is going to be the world’s first democratically killed dragon. One man, one stab.”
This is actually the best book I’ve read all year
“Add up the bastard!” shouted Nobby enthusiastically. “Total, Nobby,” said Colon. “You mean ‘total.’”
