‘What’s a philosopher?’ said Brutha.
‘Someone who’s bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,’ said a voice in his head. (Small Gods)
‘What’s a philosopher?’ said Brutha.
‘Someone who’s bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,’ said a voice in his head. (Small Gods)
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My response to that comparison, is to go hide under the covers for a week with embarrassment 😊
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Walter’s face was an agony of indecision but, erratic though his thinking might have been, it was no match for Nanny Ogg’s meretricious duplicity. He was up against a mind that regarded truth as a reference point but certainly not as a shackle. Nanny Ogg could think her way through a corkscrew in a tornado without touching the sides. (Maskerade)
‘Pride is all very well, but a sausage is a sausage,’ he said. (Men at Arms)
… she made it clear that the only difference between Mort and a dead toad was the colour.
(Mort)
'I can see you've been getting ideas below your station ...'
(Equal Rites)
It wasn’t proper police work, Vimes considered, unless you were doing something that someone somewhere would much rather you weren’t doing.
(Jingo)
Nanny Ogg knew how to start spelling ‘banana’, but didn’t know how you stopped.
(Witches Abroad)
Пачынаю чытаць “I Shall Wear Midnight” - паступова набліжаюся да апошніх кніг пра Плоскі свет і ад гэтага адначасова радасна і сумна.
Дарэчы, стала цікава, а ці існуе “Песня пра вожыка” ў беларускай лакалізацыі?