Feet of Clay (Discworld, #19; City Watch, #3)

by Terry Pratchett

But I’ve seen Dorfl around. It’s always seemed a very gentle person.” “It works in a slaughterhouse!” “Maybe that’s not a bad place for a gentle person to work, sir,” said Carrot.

“That’s blasphemy,” said the vampire. He gasped as Vimes shot him a glance like sunlight. “That’s what people say when the voiceless speak.

“No, sir. He’s alive, sir.” “He’s just made of clay, Vimes.” “Aren’t we all, sir?

But, for one day at a time, let it be tomorrow.