IN A DISTANT and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part . . .
See . . .
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"Many people could say things in a cutting way, Nanny knew. But Granny Weatherwax could listen in a cutting way. She could make something sound stupid just by hearing it."
The thing that nobody says but that we all know about Sam Vimes is that you could turn him into an extremely butch lesbian and apart from the plot point about Angua being the first woman of the watch in M@A, nothing else would change.
And then it arose and struck Vimes that, in her own special category, she was quite beautiful; this was the category of all the women, in his entire life, who has ever thought he was worth smiling at. She couldn't do worse, but then, he couldn't do better. So maybe it balanced out. She wasn't getting any younger but then, who was? And she had style and money and common-sense and self-assurance and all the things that he didn't, and she had opened her heart, and if you let her she could engulf you; the woman was a city.
And eventually, under siege, you did what Ankh-Morpork had always done - unbar the gates, let the conquerors in, and make them your own.
woke up from a dream where I was enthusiastically explaining to someone how Cheery Littlebottom and Sgt. Angua from Discworld were yuri. The crux of my argument was a (non-existent) scene from The Fifth Elephant where Cheery by herself defended an unconscious Angua from her werewolf family, battleaxe in hand. Anyways I think I need to spend more time on Roundworld lmao
And my love for this sage doesn't stop growing. Here we see humanity at its stupidest: Patriotism!
They versus us! And it all ends up in the glorious climax that is that the whole war was completely POINTLESS!
I love how in this book Leonard of Quirm has a bit more of protagonism, and mostly his final scene. How crazy the outside world is, wanting or even expecting all inventions to become weapons.
It's such a delicious critique on not only racism, but how the higher people mostly work to save their own asses, but that's something that can be pointed out as well.
Here we don't see the same anger that plagued Samuel in other books, but we see a lost Sam, one who tries to make sense of the mindlessness that war makes into his peers. How that hurts him mentally and tries to make sense on how they got to this position in the first place.
The goosebumps I got reading the "displaced" agenda, how at one point they start to list out THOSE THINGS, and how things would have been different if only Sam didn't dart out in the chase.
And Vetinari juggling was something I did not expect.
No enemies had ever taken Ankh-Morpork. Well, technically they had, quite often; the city welcomed free-spending barbarian invaders, but somehow the puzzled raiders always found, after a few days, that they didn't own their own horses any more, and within a couple of months they were just another minority group with its own graffiti and food shops.
Listen we all know Brennan's DND vice is that he's horny for pvp but there's something so fucking funny how giddy he got over Lou going hard on his turn and then expecting gorgug to do some rad ass barbarian shit to the other players, so much so that he fully forgot about mindless rage, and the Zac just casually saying "oop escaped pvp once again"
And THEN when it's Baron/Adaines turn no one is available to fuck up. 😂