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verything starts somewhere, although many physicists disagree.
the Guild, he liked to think, practiced the ultimate democracy. You didn’t need intelligence, social position, beauty or charm to hire it. You just needed money which, unlike the other stuff, was available to everyone. Except for the poor, of course, but there was no helping some people.
Three million dollars could buy a lot of no questions.
“This one’s mental.” “Eccentric.” “What’s the difference?” “A bag of cash.”
Medium Dave. He was known to Ankh-Morpork’s professional underclass as a thoughtful, patient man, and considered something of an intellectual because some of his tattoos were spelled right.
Any horse that was grinning was planning something.
And his mouth open all the time. He looked as though he was living on invisible plankton.
study was never a one-way thing. A man might spend his life peering at the private life of elementary particles and then find he either knew who he was or where he was, but not both.
Music, landscape gardening, architecture—there was no start to his talents.
It’s a Johnson!
it was a little bit surprising to find that Bloody Stupid had turned to bathroom design. But, as Ridcully said, it was known that he had designed and built several large musical organs and, when you got right down to it, it was all just plumbing, wasn’t it?
“He’s not dead,” said Susan. “He’s just resting.”
nervous reaction,” said Susan diplomatically. “Something nasty’s happening tonight. I’m hoping he can tell me what it is. But he’s got to be able to think straight first.” “And you brought him here?” said Ridcully.
“How do we usually test stuff?” “Generally we ask for student volunteers,” said the Dean. “What happens if we don’t get any?” “We give it to them anyway.” “Isn’t that a bit unethical?” “Not if we don’t tell them, Archchancellor.”
“Tell me again who those people were,” said the oh god. “Some of the cleverest men in the world,” said Susan. “And I’m sober, am I?” “Clever isn’t the same as sensible,” said Susan, “and they do say that if you wish to walk the path to wisdom then for your first step you must become as a small child.”
“That’s ridiculous, boy!” said the Dean. “Idiocy is not a communicable disease.” Ridcully puffed his pipe. “I used to think that, too,” he said. “Now I’m not so sure.
Out Of Cheese Error
I’m just saying man is naturally a mythopoeic creature.” “What’s that mean?” said the Senior Wrangler. “Means we make things up as we go along,” said the Dean, not looking up.
“How do you spell ‘electricity,’ sir?” Ridcully thought for a while. “You know, I don’t think I ever do.”
Catseye’s boots had snapped their laces. It was as if he’d been pulled upward so fast they simply couldn’t keep up. That worried Medium Dave. So did the smell. There was no smell at all in the rest of the tower, but just here there was a lingering odor of mushrooms.
Smell Hades
YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES. “So we can believe the big ones?” YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.
