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They seemed prepared to make the world the way they wanted it or die in the attempt, and the trouble with dying in the attempt was that you died in the attempt.
“I’m not going to ride on a magic carpet!” he hissed. “I’m afraid of grounds!”
“You mean heights,” said Conina. “And stop being silly.”
“I know what I mean! It’s the grounds that kill you!”
The first thing a young wizard learns at the Unseen University–apart from where the peg is and which way to the lavatory–is that he must protect himself at all times.
Some people think this is paranoia, but it isn’t. Paranoids only tink everyone is out to get them. Wizards know it.
“Don’t blame yourself–” said Rincewind, as Nijel reached up and tried unsuccessfuly to free the blade.
“–I’ll do it for you.”
Rincewind looked down at the snake, which was still trying to keep out of everyone’s way. It had good thing going in the pit, and knew trouble when it saw it. It wasn’t about to cause any irritation for anyone. It stared right back up at Rincewnid and shrugged, which is pretty clever for a reptile with no shoulders
Rincewind sat alone in the crowded, smoky room, and didn’t take much notice when a shadow passed over the table and a sinister figure sat down opposite him. There was nothing very remarkable about sinister figures in this place. The Drum jealousy guarded its reputation as the most stylishly disreputable tavern in Ankh-Morpork and the big troll that now guarded the door carefully vetted customers for suitability in the way of black cloacks, glowing eyes, magic swords and so forth. Rincewind never found out what he did to the failures. Perhaps he ate them.
– You’re Amelia
– You’re late.
– What happened?
– 12 years.
– You hit me with a cricket bat.
– 12 years
– A cricket bat!
– 12 years and four psychiatrists
– I Kept biting Them.
– They said you weren’t real.
– Come on
– No, wait, hang on, wait, wait, wait. The shed. I destroyed that shed last time I was here, smashed it to pieces
– So there’s a new one. Let’s go.
– But the new one’s got old. It’s ten years old at least. 12 years. I’m not six month late, I’m 12 years late
– He’s coming
– You said six months
– Why did you say six months?
– We’ve got to go.
– This matters. This is important. Why did you say six months?
– Why did you say five minutes!?
– Come on.
– Come on!