From: PatR <rankin@nethack.org>
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2015 10:37:35 +0000 (-0700)
Subject: tribute: The Fifth Elephant
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tribute: The Fifth Elephant
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-%title The Fifth Elephant (2)
+%title The Fifth Elephant (9)
 %passage 1
-You did something because it had always been done, 
-and the explanation was "but we've always done it this way." 
+You did something because it had always been done,
+and the explanation was "but we've always done it this way."
 A million dead people can't have been wrong, can they?
 
   [The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
 %e passage
+# p. 233 (Harper Torch edition) [this is a footnote]
 %passage 2
 He'd noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery:  It facinated
 people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and
 interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they
-created vast banquets in their imagination - but at the end of the day
+created vast banquets in their imagination--but at the end of the day
 they'd settle quite happily for egg and chips, if it was well done and
-maybe had a slice of tomato. 
+maybe had a slice of tomato.
+
+  [The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# pp. 80-81 (Harper Torch edition) [the pigeon is trained to carry messages]
+%passage 3
+Constable Shoe saluted, but a litle testily.  He'd been waiting rather a
+long time.
+
+"Afternoon, Sergeant--"
+
+"That's Captain," said Captain Colon.  "See the pip on my shoulder, Reg?"
+
+Reg looked closely.  "I thought it was bird doings, Sarge."
+
+"That's Captain," said Colon Automatically.  "It's only chalk now because
+I ain't got time to get it done properly," he said, "so don't be cheeky."
+
+[...]
+
+A pigeon chose that diplomatic moment to flutter into the factory and land
+on Colon's shoulder, where it promoted him.  [...]
+
+  [The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 187
+%passage 4
+The wheels clattered over the wood of a drawbridge.
+
+As castles went, this looked as though it could be taken by a small squad
+of not very efficient soldiers.  Its builder had not been thinking about
+fortifications.  He'd been influenced by fairy tales and possibly by some
+of the more ornamental sorts of cake.  It was a castle for looking at.
+For defense, putting a blanket over your head might be marginally safer.
+
+The coach stopped in the courtyard.  [...]
+
+  [The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 229
+%passage 5
+"What a mess," he said.  "Locked-room mysteries are even worse when they
+leave the room unlocked."
+
+  [The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 246 ([sic] 'rules for which he termed "the art..."' seems like it
+#         ought to have been 'rules for _what_ he termed "the art..."')
+%passage 6
+He punched the dwarf in the stomach.  This was no time to play by the
+Marquis of Fantailler rules.(1)
+
+(1) The Marquis of Fantailler got into many fights in his youth, most of
+them as a result of being known as the Marquis of Fantailler, and wrote
+a set of rules for which he termed "the noble art of fisticuffs" which
+mostly consisted of a list of places where people weren't allowed to hit
+him.  Many people were impressed with his work and later stood with noble
+chest outthrust and fists balled in a spirit of manly aggression against
+people who hadn't read the Marquis's book but /did/ know how to knock
+people senseless with a chair.  The last words of a surprisingly large
+number of people were "Stuff the bloody Marquis of Fantailler--"
+
+  [The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 251
+%passage 7
+Vimes shivered.  He hadn't realized how warm it had been underground.  Or
+what time it was.  There was a dim, a very dim light.  Was this just after
+sunset?  What it almost dawn?
+
+The flakes were piling up on his damp clothes, driven by the wind.
+
+Freedom could get you killed.
+
+Shelter ... that was /essential/.  The time of day and a precise location
+were of no use to the dead.  They always knew what time it was and where
+they were.
+
+  [The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 267
+%passage 8
+GOOD MORNING.
+
+Vimes blinked.  A tall dark-robed figure was now sitting in the boat.
+
+"Are you Death?"
+
+IT'S THE SCYTHE, ISN'T IT.  PEOPLE ALWAYS NOTICE THE SCYTHE.
+
+"I'm going to die?"
+
+POSSIBLY.
+
+"/Possibly/?  You turn up when people are /possibly/ going to die?"
+
+OH YES.  IT'S QUITE THE NEW THING.  IT'S BECAUSE OF THE UNCERTAINTY
+PRINCIPLE.
+
+"What's that?"
+
+I'M NOT SURE.
+
+  [The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
+%e passage
+# p. 288 [sic: missing 4th '.' at end]
+%passage 9
+"Are you in charge of the Watch here?"
+
+"No.  That's the job of the Burgermaster."
+
+"And who gives him /his/ orders?"
+
+"Everyone," said Tantony bitterly.  Vimes nodded.  Been there, he thought.
+Been there, done that, bought the dublet...
 
   [The Fifth Elephant, by Terry Pratchett]
 %e passage