From: PatR Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2016 01:19:56 +0000 (-0800) Subject: tribute: The Light Fantastic X-Git-Tag: NetHack-3.6.1_RC01~1068 X-Git-Url: https://granicus.if.org/sourcecode?a=commitdiff_plain;h=a037c6fc28146a26c6988dc6f64288b204e79ed4;p=nethack tribute: The Light Fantastic --- diff --git a/dat/tribute b/dat/tribute index cfe4699cf..37eb2d374 100644 --- a/dat/tribute +++ b/dat/tribute @@ -329,43 +329,246 @@ the most courted and the most cursed. # # # -%title The Light Fantastic (2) +%title The Light Fantastic (12) +# p. 92 (Signet edition) %passage 1 -'Cohen is my name, boy' Belthan's hands stopped moving. -'Cohen?' she said, 'Cohen the Barbarian?' +'Cohen ish my name, boy.' Bethan'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 + +'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 ...' +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.' + +'Oh,' he said. 'Oh. Of course. Sorry.' + +'Yesh,' said Cohen, and sighed. 'That's right boy. I'm a lifetime in my +own legend.' [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] %e passage 1 +# p. 113 (Twoflower is teaching the Riders how to play bridge; +# in /The Light Fantastic/, Death's dialog uses quotation marks +# and full uppercase rather than the small capital letters used in +# the other books) %passage 2 -Death sat at one side of a black baize table in the entre of the room, +Death sat at one side of a black baize table in the centre 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 -' + +'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 and flipped through the pages, + +'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 and flipped 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 BOTTOM OF THIS IF IT KILLS ME. FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING OF COURSE.' + +'RIGHT,' he said, 'PESTILENCE, OPEN ANOTHER PACK OF CARDS. I'M GOING TO +GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS IF IT KILLS ME. FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING OF COURSE.' [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] %e passage 2 +# p. 7 (passage starts mid-paragraph; the too-long-to-answer question is +# "Why have Rincewind and Twoflower fallen off the Disc's rim?", +# alluding to the conclusion of /The Colour of Magic/; +# in /Sourcery/ and /Interesting Times/ and probably others, the +# famous philosohper's name is spelled "Ly Tin Wheedle") +%passage 3 +[...] such questions take time and could be more trouble than they are +worth. For example, it is said that someone at a party once asked the +famous philosopher Ly Tin Weedle "Why are you here?" and the reply took +three years. + + [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 8 ('libraries': plural is accurate) +%passage 4 +The only furnishing in the room was a lectern of dark wood, carved into the +shape of a bird--well, to be frank, into the shape of a winged thing it is +probably best not to examine too closely--and on the lectern, fastened to +it by a heavy chain covered in padlocks, was a book. + +A large, but not particularly impressive, book. Other books in the +University's libraries had covers inlaid with rare jewels and fascinating +wood, or bound with dragon skin. This one was just a rather tatty leather. +It looked the sort of book described in library catalogues as "slightly +foxed," although it would be more honest to admit that it looked as though +it had been badgered, wolved and possibly beared as well. + + [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# pp. 41-42 +%passage 5 +The barbarian chieftain said: "What then are the greatest things that a +man may find in life?" This is the sort of thing you're supposed to say to +maintain steppecred in barbarian circles. + +The man on his right thoughtfully drank his cocktail of mare's milk and +snowcat blood, and spoke thus: "The crisp horizon of the steppe, the wind +in your hair, a fresh horse under you." + +The man on his left said: "The cry of the white eagle in the heights, the +fall of snow in the forest, a true arrow in your bow." + +The chieftain nodded and said: "Surely it is the sight of your enemy +slain, the humiliation of his tribe and the lamentation of his women." + +There was a general murmur of whiskery approval at this outrageous display. + +Then the chieftain turned respectfully to his guest, a small figure +carefully warming his chilblains by the fire, and said: "But our guest, +whose name is legend, must tell us truly: what is it that a man may call +the greatest things in life?" + +The guest paused in the middle of another unsuccessful attempt to light up. + +"What shay?" he said, toothlessly. + +"I said: what is it that a man may call the greatest things in life?" + +The warriors leaned closer. This should be worth hearing. + +The guest thought long and hard and then said, with deliberation: "Hot +water, good dentishtry and shoft lavatory paper." + + [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 48 (Hanzel and Gretel, obviously...) +%passage 6 +"Have a bit more table," said Rincewind. + +"No thanks, I don't like marzipan," said Twoflower. "Anyway, I'm sure it's +not right to eat other people's furniture." + +"Don't worry," said Swires. "The old witch hasn't been seen for years. +They say she was done up good and proper by a couple of young tearaways." + +"Kids of today," said Rincewind. + +"I blame the parents," said Twoflower. + + [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 103 +%passage 7 +It is a well known fact that warriors and wizards do not get along, because +one side considers the other side to be a collection of bloodthirsty idiots +who can't walk and think at the same time, while the other side is naturally +suspicious of a body of men who mumble a lot and wear long dresses. Oh, say +the wizards, if we're going to be like that, then, what about all those +studded collars and oiled muscles down at the Young Men's Pagan Association? +To which the heroes reply, that's a pretty good allegation coming from a +bunch of wimpsoes who won't go near a woman on account, can you believe it, +of their mystical power being sort of drained out. Right, say the wizards, +that just about does it, you and your leather posing pouches. Oh yeah, say +the heroes, why don't you... + +And so on. This sort of thing has been going on for centuries, and caused +a number of major battles which have left large tracts of land uninhabitable +because of magical harmonics. + + [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 128 +%passage 8 +"He'sh mad?" + +"Sort of mad. But mad with lots of money." + +"Ah, then he can't be mad. I've been around; if a man hash lotsh of money +he'sh just ecshentric." + + [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 182 (Cohen is now wearing dentures with teeth made from diamonds) +%passage 9 +Cohen tapped him on the shoulder. The man looked around irritably. + +"What do you want, grandad?" he snarled. + +Cohen paused until he had the man's full attention, and then he smiled. It +was a slow, lazy smile, unveiling about 300 carats of mouth jewelry that +seemed to light up the room. + +"I will count to three," he said, in a friendly tone of voice. "One, Two." +His bony knee came up in the man's groin with a satisfyingly meaty noise, +and he half-turned to bring the full force of an elbow into the kidneys as +the leader collapsed around his private universe of pain. + +"Three," to told the ball of agony on the floor. Cohen had heard of +fighting fair, and had long ago decided he wanted no part of it. + + [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# pp. 193-194 (this passage is the data.base quote for shopkeeper) +%passage 10 +There have been three general theories put forward to explain the +phenomenon of the wandering shops, or as they are generically known, +/tabernae vagantes/. + +The first postulates that many thousands of years ago there evolved +somewhere in the multiverse a race whose single talent was to buy cheap +and sell dear. Soon they controlled a vast galactic empire or, as they put +it, Emporium, and the more advanced members of the species found a way to +equip their very shops with unique propulsion units that could break the +dark walls of space itself and open up vast new markets. And long after +the worlds of the Emporium perished in the heat death of their particular +universe, after one last defiant fire sale, the wandering starshops still +ply their trade, eating their way through the pages of space-time like a +worm through a three-volume novel. + +The second is that they are the creation of a sympathetic Fate, charged +with the role of supplying exactly the right thing at the right time. + +The third is that they are simply a very clever way of getting around the +various Sunday Closing acts. + +All these theories, diverse as they are, have two things in common. They +explain the observed facts, and they are completely and utterly wrong. + + [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 205 +%passage 11 +"Where to they all come from?" said Twoflower, as they fled yet another mob. + +"Inside every sane person there's a madman struggling to get out," said the +shopkeeper, "That's what I've always thought. No one goes mad quicker than +a totally sane person." + + [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# pp. 229-230 ('grey': British spelling is accurate) +%passage 12 +Trymon was looking at him. /Something/ was looking at him. And still the +others hadn't noticed. Could he even explain it? Trymon looked the same +as he had always done, except for the eyes, and a slight sheen to his skin. + +Rincewind stared, and knew that there were far worse things than Evil. All +the demons in Hell would torture your very soul, but that was precisely +because they value souls very highly; evil would always try to steal the +universe, but at least it considered the universe worth stealing. But the +grey world behind those empty eyes would trample and destroy without even +according its victims the dignity of hatred. It wouldn't even notice them. + + [The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage %e title # # @@ -6046,6 +6249,10 @@ SHALL WE GO? # p. 251 %passage 13 I HAVE COME FOR THEE. +# The Light Fantastic, p. 52 (Signet edition; quote has quotation marks but +# including them here wouldn't fit with the rest) +%passage 14 +DARK IN HERE, ISN'T IT? %e title %e section #