I'd Rather Be A Rising Ape Than

Little Fussy Otto, In His Red-lined Black Opera Cloak With Pockets For All His Gear, His Shiny Black Shoes, His Carefully Cut Widow's Peak And, Not Least, His Ridiculous Accent That Grew Thicker Or Thinner Depending On Who He Was Talking To, Did Not Look Like A Threat. He Looked Funny, A Joke, A Music-hall Vampire. It Had Never Previously Occurred To Vimes That, Just Possibly, The Joke Was On Other People.

Granddad Was Superstitious About Books. He Thought That If You Had Enough Of Them Around, Education Leaked Out, Like Radioactivity.

- Don’t Worry, It Won’t Be Forever. - Good. - It May Seem Like Forever.

Your Own Brain Ought To Have The Decency To Be On Your Side!

Geography Is Just Physics Slowed Down, With A Couple Of Trees Stuck In It.