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Ur is an old country Rimward of the kingdom of Djelibeybi, whose occupants are a byword for bucolic stupidity.
And Morporkian is something of a lingua franca even in the Klatchian empire. When someone from Hersheba needs to trade with someone from Istanzia,
You can call me Al.”
I was in Viper House.
I remember every soggy street. Does Mr. Dibbler still sell his horrible sausages inna bun in Treacle Mine Road?”
Always be a little bit foreign wherever you are, because everyone knows foreigners are a little bit stupid.
That was sheer bravery.” “It was bloody terror!” “Well, the dividing line is narrow. That was one thing I hadn’t expected.”
perfidy
“Different strokes for different folks,” he said. “I find the one at shoulder height generally suffices,” said Ahmed. “Don’t grimace, it was a joke.
every child knows, do they not, the story of the mere one hundred Ephebians who defeated the entire Tsortean army?
“At least you will admit that the Seven Heroes of Hergen beat the Big-Footed People although outnumbered by a hundred to one?”
He believed, along with General Tacticus, that courage, bravery and the indomitable human spirit were fine things which nevertheless tended to take second place to the combination of courage, bravery, the indomitable human spirit and a six-to-one superiority of numbers.
“Well, Mr. Samuel, when I raise my hand the men behind me will cut you d—” “I will kill the first man that moves,” said Ahmed. “Then the second man that moves will kill you, traitor!” shouted the Prince. “They’ll have to move very fast,” said Carrot, drawing his sword.
. bingeley . . . Eight oh two eh em, Death of Corporal Littlebottombottom . . . Eight oh three eh em . . . Death of Sergeant Detritus . . . Eight oh threethreethree eh em and seven seconds seconds . . . Death of Constable Visit . . . Eight oh three eh em and nineninenine seconds . . . Death of death of death of . . .”
Death of Constable Dorfl . . . Eight oh three eh em and fourteenteenteen seconds . . .”
Death of Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson . . . beep . . .”
beep . . . Things To Do Today Today Today: Die . . .”
Ahmed followed him. “That’s your master, is it?” “No! He’s just the man who pays my wages!” “Often hard to know the difference,” said Ahmed sympathetically.
“Dux Vimes?” said Vimes. He heard Sybil gasp. He was aware of a waiting hush around him, such as may be found between the lighting of a fuse and the bang. He rolled the word over and over in his mind. “Duke?”
“You’re offering to change history?” he said. “Is that it? Rewrite the—” “Oh, my dear Vimes, history changes all the time. It is constantly being reexamined and reevaluated, otherwise how would we be able to keep historians occupied?
nonplussed
Making history, it turned out, was quite easy. It was what got written down. It was as simple as that.
intelligence of that creature known as a crowd is the square root of the number of people in it.
One of the minor laws of the narrative universe is that any homely featured man who has, for some reason, to disguise himself as a woman will apparently become attractive to some otherwise perfectly sane men with, as the ancient scrolls say, hilarious results. In this case the laws were fighting against the fact of Corporal Nobby Nobbs, and gave up.
