Interesting Times (Discworld, #17; Rincewind, #5)

by Terry Pratchett

“Isn’t that a Pointless Albatross?” said Ridcully. “Indeed,” said Lord Vetinari. “And a highly trained one. It will return this evening. Six thousand miles on one jar of anchovies and a bottle of fish paste my clerk Drumknott found in the kitchens. Amazing.” “I’m sorry?” said Ridcully. “Return to where?” Lord Vetinari turned to face him. “Not, let me make it clear, to the Counterweight Continent,” he said. “This is not one of those birds the Agatean Empire uses for its message services. It is a well-known fact that we have no contact with that mysterious land. And this bird is not the first to arrive here for many years, and it did not bring a strange and puzzling message. Do I make myself clear?” “No.” “Good.” “This is not an albatross?” The Patrician smiled. “Ah, I can see you’re getting the hang of it.” Mustrum Ridcully, though possessed of a large and efficient brain, was not at home with duplicity. He looked at the long vicious beak. “Looks like a bloody albatross to me,” he said. “And you just said it was. I said, isn’t that a—” The Patrician waved a hand irritably. “Leaving aside our ornithological studies,” he said, “the point is that this bird had, in its message pouch, the following piece of paper—” “You mean did not have the following piece of paper?” said Ridcully, struggling for a grip. “Ah, yes. Of course, that is what I mean. And this isn’t it. Observe.”