Anger was a weapon to be honed and treasured and used only at the moment yielding most premium.
The coach passed by many buildings of this sort, which would no doubt be little palaces to the occupants, who had escaped from Cockbill Street and Pigsty Hill and all the other neighbourhoods where people still dreamed that they could ‘better thems...
Measurements is your saving grace if you want to raise steam.
The commander went, as they say in Ankh-Morpork, totally Librarian on them.
In Ankh-Morpork you can be whoever you want to be and sometimes people laugh and sometimes they clap, and mostly and beautifully, they don't really care.
Looking out the window, Moist saw a small swarm of goblins leave the train and at first he thought, ha! Trust the buggers to run away, and then he mentally corrected himself: that was storybook thinking and with clearer eyesight and a bit of understa...
If there was ever such a thing as redemption, they would have to open a magnum of the stuff for Moist. No, a brewery.
I have to ask, sir...Why does it have to be done like this?" Vetinari smiled. "Can you keep a secret, Mister Lipwig?" "Oh, yes, sir. I've kept lots." "Capital. And the point is, so can I. You do not need to know.
After all, if you can't trust governments, whom can you trust?
The face you wear in a battlefield should be a solemn one until the time when things are cleaned up and the real world drips its way in.
