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-%title Maskerade (4)
+%title Maskerade (9)
# pp. 81-82, continued on pp. 87-89 (Harper Torch edition; apparently
# transcribed from some other edition based on quote marks used;
# a great number of very short paragraphs--it stretches a long way
[Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
%e passage
+# p. 27 (Harper Torch edition)
+%passage 5
+Lancre had always bred strong, capable women. A Lancre farmer needed a
+wife who'd think nothing of beating a wolf to death with her apron when
+she went out to get some firewood. And, while kissing initially seemed to
+have more charms than cookery, a stolid Lancre lad looking for a bride
+would bear in mind his father's advice that kisses eventually lost their
+fire but cookery tended to get even better over the years, and direct his
+courting to those families that clearly showed a tradition of enjoying
+their food.
+
+ [Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 28
+%passage 6
+Music and magic had a lot in common. They were only two letters apart,
+for one thing. And you couldn't to both.
+
+ [Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 31
+%passage 7
+She'd caught herself saying "poot!" and "dang!" when she wanted to swear,
+and using pink writing paper.
+
+She'd got a reputation for being calm and capable in a crisis.
+
+Next thing she knew she'd be making shortbread and apple pies as good as
+her mother's, and then there'd be no hope for her.
+
+So she'd introduced Perdita. She'd heard somewhere that inside every fat
+woman was a thin woman trying to get out,(1) so she'd named her Perdita.
+She was a good repository for all those thoughts that Agnes couldn't think
+on account of her wonderful personality. Perdita would use black writing
+paper if she could get away with it, and would be beautifully pale instead
+of embarassingly flushed. Perdita wanted to be an interestingly lost soul
+in plum-colored lipstick. Just occasionally, though, Agnes thought
+Perdita was as dumb as she was.
+
+(1) Or, at least, dying for chocolate.
+
+ [Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 197 (dress shop proprietor has just sold an expensive dress to Granny)
+%passage 8
+She looked down at the money in her hand.
+
+She knew about old money, which was somehow hallowed by the fact that
+people had hung on to it for years, and she knew about new money, which
+seemed to be being made by all these upstarts that were flooding into the
+city these days. But under her powdered bosom she was an Ankh-Morpork
+shopkeeper, and knew that the best kind of money was the sort that was in
+her hand rather than someone else's. The best kind of money was mine,
+not yours.
+
+Besides, she was also enough of a snob to confuse rudeness with good
+breeding. In the same way that the really rich can never be mad (they're
+eccentric), so they can also never be rude (they're outspoken and
+forthright).
+
+ [Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# pp. 288-289
+%passage 9
+Detritus reached down and picked up an eye patch.
+
+"What d'you think, then?" said Nobby scornfully. "You think he turned into
+a bat and flew away?"
+
+"Ha! I do not t'ink that 'cos it is in ... consist .. ent with modern
+policing," said Detritus.
+
+"Well, /I/ think," said Nobby, "that when you have ruled out the impossible,
+what is left, however improbable, ain't worth hanging around on a cold night
+wonderin' about when you could be getting on the outside of a big drink.
+Come on. I want to try a leg of the elephant that bit me."
+
+"Was dat irony?"
+
+"That was metaphor."
+
+ [Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
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