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| Terry Pratchett The world of Discworld and its colourful characters |
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| Advanced Member Join Date: Sep 2000 Location: ENGLAND
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| Okay lets see if this works, it's a great TP site. You have to click on the Lspace thingy on the side to reach the best sections. http://www.anorankh.demon.co.uk/afp/afp.htm |
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| Logan`s Lovebird Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: A small Tibetan monastary somewhere high in the Himalayas
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| Sci-Fi16, I'd forgotten that one. How about The Scone of Stone from FE. That one cracked me up. Or the submarine with only beans and cabbage to eat! that was Jingo. That made me laugh soo hard I had to put the book down til I dried my eyes a bit! ![]() |
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| Expert Member Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: England, S.E.
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Think Daniel being curious (since when is he not?) Think Luggage........ | |
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| Scottish Roman Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: Perth and Kinross
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| Re: Fave Quotes (Terry Pratchett) The Scone of Stone was probably inspired by the Stone of Scone (Destiny) stolen from the sacred soil of Scotland by Edward Longshanks and stuck in Westminster Abbey. It was kept at Scone (near Perth) for centuries. Legend tells that it was Jacob's pillow brought from Egypt to Ireland by Scota, an egyptian princess. It's supposed to roar if any but the true King of Scots sits on it, but having been warmed by ample Hannoverian arses for centuries, we can discount this one. It was returned to Scotland by John Major in a pathetic attempt to revive Conservative fortunes North of the border. (weeks before the general election which wiped out Scotland's Tory MPs.) Pratchett's "thing and whole of the thing symbol," may refer to the theory that the stolen stone was not the original. |
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| Shiny! Let's be bad guys. Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Northamptonshire
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| Re: Fave Quotes (Terry Pratchett) Granny's eyes gleamed in the dusk. Nanny knew enough to fling herself to the ground. Granny Weatherwax's hand curved through the air like a comet and the spark flew out, crackling. The bonfire exploded. A blue-white flame shot up through the stacked branches and danced into the sky, etching shadows on the forest. It blew off hats and overturned tables and formed figures and castles and scenes from famous battles and joined hands and danced in a ring. It left a purple image on the eye that burned into the brain. -The Sea and Little Fishes |
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