The Fifth Elephant (Discworld, #24; City Watch, #5)

by Terry Pratchett

Only a narrow bed, wedged between a thing like a loom with wings and a large bronze statue, suggested that someone actually lived here. They were clearly someone who was obsessively interested in everything.

passion nd thirst for knowledge

Vimes in Uberwald will be more amusing than an amorous armadillo in a bowling alley.

one of my favorite lines

“Colon, Colon, Colon! Out! Out! Out!” shouted Reg Shoe happily, waving his placard. “That doesn’t sound right, Reg,” said Nobby. “Sounds like surgery.”

Poor Garm hears this too often

The chafing qualities of frozen underwear can be seriously underestimated. He’d been running for half an hour. Well, for twenty-five minutes, really. The other five had been spent limping, wheezing, clutching at his chest and wondering how you knew if you were having a heart attack.

This may encompass my future of running in Duluth Minnesota

Instead it was dull, but at least it was big dull, dullness distilled and honed and cultivated over thousands of years until it had developed an impressive shine, as even grime will if you polish it long enough. It was dullness hammered into the shape and form of ceremony.

indeed grime will shine if polished enough