![]() ![]() ‘ Fit? The Dean looks like a man who’s swallered a bed!’ ‘I would say they are supremely fit, myself.’ ‘That would be the senior masters, Master,’ said the Bursar. ‘I went into the Uncommon Room this morning, and it was full of chaps snoring!’ ![]() Everyone had got so accustomed to him it was hard to remember a time when the Library was not run by a yellow-fanged ape with the strength of three men. There was always this trouble with the Librarian. In fact he shouted at birds, and what he normally shouted was ‘Winged you, yer bastard!’ (MP)īy and large, the only skill the alchemists of Ankh-Morpork had discovered so far was the ability to turn gold into less gold. …Ridcully the Brown did speak to the birds. All roads lead away from Ankh-Morpork, but sometimes people just walk along them the wrong way. There’s a saying that all roads lead to Ankh-Morpork, greatest of Discworld cities.Īt least there’s a saying that there’s a saying that all roads lead to Ankh-Morpork.Īnd it’s wrong. The Discworld is as unreal as it is possible to be while still being just real enough to exist. ![]()
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