discworld goodness
Jun. 19th, 2004 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineFinished Witches Abroad. heheheheh. If you like fairy tales, especially messed-up fairy tales, you'd really like this book.
"The dwarf bread was brought out for inspection, But it was miraculous, the dwarf bread. No one ever went hungry when they had some dwarf bread to avoid. You only had to look at it for a moment, and instantly you could think of dozens of things you'd rather eat. Your boots, for example. Mountains. Raw sheep. Your own foot."
~~~
"What did you say?" said Magrat.
Nanny Ogg put her hand over her eyes. Asking someone to repeat a phrase you'd not only heard very clearly but were also exceedingly angry about was around Defcon II in the lexicon of squabble.
~~~
Strange thoughts fireworked around her head; she hadn't felt like this since the herbal wine. But struggling among them like a tiny prosaic potato in a spray of psychedelic chrysanthemums was an inner voice screaming that she didn't even know how to dance.
~~~
The good are innocent and create justice. The bad are guilty, which is why they invent mercy.
~~~
Cats are like witches. They don't fight to kill, but to win. There is a difference. There's no point in killing an opponent. That way, they won't know they've lost, and to be a real winner you have to have an opponent who is beaten and knows it. There's no triumph over a corpse, but a beaten opponent, who will remain beaten every dy of the remainder of their sad and wretched life, is something to treasure.
~~~
"Where am I?"
INSIDE THE MIRROR.
"Am I dead?"
THE ANSWER TO THAT, said Death, IS SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NO AND YES.
Hm...now what book to begin? Slowly, but surely, I'm whittling down my reading list. Don't worry, I'm in no danger of running out of books. I'm such a bibliophile...a hellua librorum, if you will. God, I'm a nerd.
"The dwarf bread was brought out for inspection, But it was miraculous, the dwarf bread. No one ever went hungry when they had some dwarf bread to avoid. You only had to look at it for a moment, and instantly you could think of dozens of things you'd rather eat. Your boots, for example. Mountains. Raw sheep. Your own foot."
~~~
"What did you say?" said Magrat.
Nanny Ogg put her hand over her eyes. Asking someone to repeat a phrase you'd not only heard very clearly but were also exceedingly angry about was around Defcon II in the lexicon of squabble.
~~~
Strange thoughts fireworked around her head; she hadn't felt like this since the herbal wine. But struggling among them like a tiny prosaic potato in a spray of psychedelic chrysanthemums was an inner voice screaming that she didn't even know how to dance.
~~~
The good are innocent and create justice. The bad are guilty, which is why they invent mercy.
~~~
Cats are like witches. They don't fight to kill, but to win. There is a difference. There's no point in killing an opponent. That way, they won't know they've lost, and to be a real winner you have to have an opponent who is beaten and knows it. There's no triumph over a corpse, but a beaten opponent, who will remain beaten every dy of the remainder of their sad and wretched life, is something to treasure.
~~~
"Where am I?"
INSIDE THE MIRROR.
"Am I dead?"
THE ANSWER TO THAT, said Death, IS SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NO AND YES.
Hm...now what book to begin? Slowly, but surely, I'm whittling down my reading list. Don't worry, I'm in no danger of running out of books. I'm such a bibliophile...a hellua librorum, if you will. God, I'm a nerd.
