Esme turned, and a billion figures turned with her.
“When can I get out?”
WHEN YOU FIND THE ONE THAT’S REAL.
“Is this a trick question?”
Granny looked down at herself.
“This one,” she said.
Outside, the one guard remaining upright found that he was no longer fighting a man but merely an enraged tomcat, although this was no consolation. It just meant that Greebo had an extra pair of claws.
“–della, della t’ozentro, audri t’dren vontarieeeeee”
“The shop, the shop, I have a lozenge, the sky is pink,” said Nanny.
Granny and Magrat looked at one another.
“–guaranto del tari, bella pore di larientos–”
“Rejoice, candlemaker, you have a great big–”
“I don’t believe any of this,” said Granny. “You’re making it up.”
“Word for word translation,” said Nanny. “I can speak foreign like a native, you know that.”
The wages of sin is death but so is the salary of virtue, and at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays.
It’s one thing to chase a lot of panicking bulls, and quite another to find that they’re suddenly trying to run the other way.
Vampires have risen from the dead, the grave and the crypt, but have never managed it from the cat.
It’s a strange thing about determined seekers-after-wisdom that, no matter where they happen to be, they’ll always seek that wisdom which is a long way off. Wisdom is one of the few things that looks bigger the further away it is.