If you see double brackets (( )), it my comment.
* " There's
a saying that all roads lead to Ankh-Morpork, greatest of Discworld cities...
And
It's wrong.
All roads lead AWAY from Ankh-Morpork, but sometimes
people just walk
along them
the wrong way. "
* " `We
should send him up,` said the Archchancellor firmly.
`Down, Master,` said the Bursar. `Sending him up would mean making spiteful
and
satirical comments about him.`
`Yes. Good thinkin'. Let's do that,` said the Archchancellor.
`No, Master,` said the Bursar patiently. `HE is sending US up, so WE send
HIM down.`
`Right. Balance things up,` said the Archchancellor.
The Bursar rolled his eyes. `Or down,` the Archchancellor. "
* " When
he'd been small, people had said things like, `And what do YOU want to
be, little
man?` and he'd said, `I don't know. What have you got?` "
* " ...
For quite a long while he'd tried wanting to be a blacksmith, because that
looked
interresting and romantic. But it also involved hard work and intracable
bits of metal. Then
he'd tried wanting to be an assassin, which looked dashing and romantic.
But it also
involved hard work and, when you got right down to it, occasionally having
to kill
someone. Then he'd tried wanting to be an actor, which looked dramatic
and romantic,
but it had involved dusty tights, cramped lodgings and, to his amazement,
hard work. "
* " It
was widely believed that, if Detritus ((a troll)) could be taught to read
and write
sufficiently to sit down and do an intelligence test, he'd prove to be
slightly less intelligent
than the chair. "
* " Most
people think in curves and zig-zags. For example, they start from a thought
like: I
wonder how I can become very rich, and then proceed along an uncertain
course which
includes thoughts like: I wonder what's for supper, and: I wonder who I
know can lend
me five dollers?
Whereas Throat ((someone's nick-name)) was one of those people who could
identify the
thought at the other end of the process, in this case I am now very
rich, draw a line between
the two, and then think his way along it, slowly and patiently, until he
got to the other
end. "
* " ...
Then she handed him a curved sword.
`Why's it bent?` he asked.
`I think it's meant to be, dear,` she said doubtfully.
`I thought swords had to be straight,` said Victor ...
... `Perhaps they start oyut straight and go bendy with use,` said the
old lady, patting him
on the hand. `A lot of things do`. "