From: karnov <karnov@sympatico.ca>
Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2015 01:46:51 +0000 (-0400)
Subject: Adding quotes for The Light fantastic
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Adding quotes for The Light fantastic
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diff --git a/dat/tribute b/dat/tribute
index f669d48ce..052b8110c 100644
--- a/dat/tribute
+++ b/dat/tribute
@@ -25,6 +25,8 @@ It had to be Death.  No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of
 course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.
 %e passage 1
 %passage 2
+The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett
+
 As he was drawn towards the Eye the terror-struck Rincewind raised the box
 protectively, and at the same time heard the picture imp say, 'They're about
 ripe now, can't hold them any longer.  Every-one smile, please.'
@@ -45,12 +47,43 @@ edge.
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-%title The Light Fantastic (1)
+%title The Light Fantastic (2)
 %passage 1
 The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett
 
+'Cohen is my name, boy' Belthan's hands stopped moving.
+'Cohen?' she said, 'Cohen the Barbarian?'
+'The very shame.'
+'Hang on, hang on,' said Rincewind, 'Cohen's a great big chap, neck like a bull,
+got chest muscles like a sack of footballs.  I mean, he's the Disc's greatest
+warrior, a legend in his own lifetime.  I remember my grandad telling me he saw
+him ... my grandad telling me he ... my grandad ...'
+He faltered under the gimlit gaze.
+'Oh,' he said, 'Oh. Of course, Sorry.'
+'Yesh,' said Cohen, and sighed, 'Thatsh right boy, I'm a lifetime in my own
+legend.'
+%e passage 1
+%passage 2
+The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett
 
-%e passage
+Death sat at one side of a black baize table in the entre of the room, arguing
+with Famine, War and Pestilence.  Twoflower was the only one to look up and
+notice Rincewind.
+'Hey, how did you get here?' he said.
+'Well, some say that the creator took a handful - oh, I see, well, it's hard to
+explain but I -'
+'Have you got the Luggage?'
+The wooden box pushed past Rincewind and settled down in front of its owner,
+who opened its lid and rummaged around inside until he came up with a small,
+leatherbound book which he handed to War, who was hammering the table with a
+mailed fist.
+'It's "Nosehinger on the Laws of Contract",' he said. 'It's quite good, there's
+a lot in it about double finessing and how to -'
+Death snatched the book with a bony hand anflipped through the pages, quite
+oblivious to the presence of the two men.
+'RIGHT,' he said, 'PESTILENCE, OPEN ANOTHER PACK OF CARDS. I'M GOING TO GET TO
+THE GOTTOM OF THIS IF IT KILLS ME. FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING OF COURSE.'
+%e passage 2
 %e title
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