The Truth (Discworld, #25; Industrial Revolution, #2)

by Terry Pratchett

William found that he now thought of prayer as a sophisticated way of pleading with thunderstorms.

“Feel . . . faint,” William murmured. “I could give you the kiss of life if you like,” said Nobbs. Unbidden by William, various muscles spasmed and jerked him vertical so fast that his feet momentarily left the ground. “Much better now!” he shouted. “Only we learned it down the Watch House and I haven’t had a chance to try it yet . . .” “Fit as a fiddle!” William wailed. “ . . . I’ve been practicing on my hand and everything . . .” “Never felt better!”