From 0748b0c90cd5db6f1dd9303681787def4d215b17 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: PatR Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2016 16:14:11 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] tribute: Eric --- dat/tribute | 207 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++---- doc/fixes36.1 | 3 +- 2 files changed, 195 insertions(+), 15 deletions(-) diff --git a/dat/tribute b/dat/tribute index 12e363c26..a77126f8b 100644 --- a/dat/tribute +++ b/dat/tribute @@ -1960,26 +1960,202 @@ took a desparate stab at it--"you're Home Economics!" %e title # # -# -%title Eric (2) +# The original publication of /Eric/ featured extensive illustrations by +# Josh Kirby but the mass-market paperback edition contains none of them +# and omits his name. In the Harper Torch edition, the list of other +# books by the same auther has "Eric (with Josh Kirby)" even though the +# copyright and title pages of that very book do not mention him. +# +%title Eric (9) +# pp. 3-4 (Harper Torch edition) %passage 1 -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. +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 anymore, and within a couple of months they +were just another minority group with its own graffiti and food shops. [Eric, by Terry Pratchett] %e passage +# p. 195 %passage 2 -Rincewind looked down at the broad steps they were climbing. They were - something of a novelty; each one was built out of large stone letters. The - one he was just stepping on to, for example, read: I Meant It For The Best. +"I can see blue sky!" said Eric. "Where do you think we'll come out?" he +added. "And when?" + +"Anywhere," said Rincewind. "Anytime." + +He looked down at the broad steps they were climbing. They were something +of a novelty; each one was built out of large stone letters. The one he +was just stepping on to, for example, read: I Meant It For The Best. + The next one was: I Thought You'd Like It. + Eric was standing on: For The Sake Of The Children. -'Weird, isn't it?' he said. 'Why do it like this?' -'I think they're meant to be good intentions,' said Rincewind. This was a -road to hell, and demons were, after all, traditionalists. + +'Weird, isn't it?' he said. 'Why do it like this?' + +'I think they're meant to be good intentions,' said Rincewind. This was a +road to Hell, and demons were, after all, traditionalists. + + [Eric, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# pp. 9-10 (passage has an interesting start but not much of a finish...) +%passage 3 +"It's a haunting," he ventured. "Some short of ghost, maybe. A bell, book +and candle job." + +The Bursar sighed. "We tried that, Archchancellor." + +The Archchancellor leaned toward him. + +"Eh?" he said. + +"I /said/, we tried that, Archchancellor," said the Bursar loudly, +directing his voice at the old man's ear. "After dinner, you remember? +We used Humptemper's /Names of the Ants/ and rang Old Tom."(1) + +"Did we, indeed. Worked, did it?" + +"/No/, Archchancellor." + +"Eh?" + +(1) Old Tom was the single cracked bronze bell in the University bell +tower. The clapper dropped out shortly after it was cast, but the bell +still tolled out some tremendously sonorous silences every hour. + + [Eric, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# pp. 14-15 (the top wizards have performed the Rite of AshkEnte) +%passage 4 +Death pointedly picked invisible particles off the edge of his scythe. + +The Archchancellor cupped a gnarled hand over his ear. + +"What'd he say? Who's the fella with the stick?" + +"It's Death, Archchancellor," said the Bursar patiently. + +"Eh?" + +"It's Death, sir. /You/ know." + +"Tell him we don't want any," said the old wizard, waving his stick. + +The Bursar sighed. "We summoned him, Archchancellor." + +"Is it? What'd we go and do that for? Bloody silly thing to do." + +The Bursar gave Death an embarrassed grin. He was on the point of asking +him to excuse the Archchancellor on account of age, but realized that this +would in the circumstances be a complete waste of breath. + +"Are we talking about the wizard Rincewind? The one with the--" the Bursar +gave a shudder-- "horrible Luggage on legs? But he got blown up when there +was all that business with the sourcerer, didn't he?"(1) + +INTO THE DUNGEON DIMENSIONS. AND NOW HE IS TRYING TO GET BACK HOME. + +(1) The Bursar was referring obliquely to the difficult occasion when the +University very nearly caused the end of the world, and would in fact have +done so had it not been for a chain of events involving Rincewind, a magic +carpet and a half-brick in a sock. (See /Sourcery/.) The whole affair +was very embarrassing to wizards, as it always is to people who find out +afterward that they were on the wrong side all along,(2) and it is +remarkable how many of the University's senior staff were now adamant that +at the time they had been off sick, visiting their aunt, or doing research +with the door locked while humming loudly and had had no idea of what was +going on outside. There had been some desultory talk about putting up a +statue to Rincewind but, by the curious alchemy that tends to apply in +these sensitive issues, this quickly became a plaque, then a note on the +Role of Honor, and finally a motion of censure for being improperly dressed. + +(2) ie, the one that lost. + + [Eric, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 34 +%passage 5 +"Not that he was particularly successful. It was all a bit trial and +wossname." + +"I thought you said great big scaly--" + +"Oh, /yes/. But that wasn't what he was after. He was trying to conjure +up a succubus." It should be impossible to leer when all you've got is a +beak, but the parrot managed it. "That's a female demon what comes in the +night and makes mad passionate wossn--" + +"I've heard of them," said Rincewind. "Bloody dangerous things." + +The parrot put its head on one side. "It never worked. All he ever got +was a neuralger." + +"What's that?" + +"It's a demon that comes and has a headache at you." + + [Eric, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 35 (passage is a footnote) +%passage 6 +Demons and their Hell are quite different from the Dungeon Dimensions, +those endlass parallel wastelands outside space and time. The sad, mad +Things in the Dungeon Dimensions have no understanding of the world but +simply crave light and shape and try to warm themselves by the fires of +reality, clustering around it with about the same effect--if they ever +broke through--as an ocean trying to warm itself around a candle. Whereas +demons belong to the same space-time wossname, more or less, as humans, +and have a deep and abiding interest in humanity's day-to-day affairs. +Interestingly enough, the gods of the Disc have never bothered much about +judging the souls of the dead, so people can only go to hell if that's +where they believe, in their deepest heart, that they deserve to go. +Which they won't do if they don't know about it. This explains why it is +important to shoot missionaries on sight. + + [Eric, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 153 +%passage 7 +"Multiple exclamation marks," he went on, shaking his head, "are a sure +sign of a diseased mind." + + [Eric, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# pp. 178-179 (Ponce da Quirm, encoutered in hell) +%passage 8 +"So you didn't find the Fountain of Youth, then," he said, feeling that he +should make some conversation. + +"Oh, but I did," said da Quirm earnestly. "A clear spring, deep in the +jungle. It was very impressive. I had a good long drink, too. Or draft, +which I think is the more appropriate word. + +"And--?" said Rincewind. + +"It definitely worked. Yes. For a while there I could definitely feel +myself getting younger. + +"But--" Rincewind waved a vague hand to take in da Quirm, the treadmill, +the towering circles of the Pit. + +"Ah," said the old man. "Of course, that's the really annoying bit. I'd +read so much about the Fountain, and you'd have thought someone in all +those books would have mentioned the really vital thing about the water, +wouldn't you?" + +"Which was--?" + +"/Boil it first./ Says it all, doesn't it? Terrible shame, really." + + [Eric, by Terry Pratchett] +%e passage +# p. 179 +%passage 9 +The Luggage trotted down the great spiral road that linked the circles of +the Pit. Even if conditions had been normal it probably would not have +attracted much attention. If anything, it was rather less astonishing +than most of the denizens. [Eric, by Terry Pratchett] %e passage @@ -7444,7 +7620,7 @@ IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT... # Death Quotes are always one line, and '%e passage' can be omitted. # %section Death -%title Death Quotes (23) +%title Death Quotes (24) %passage 1 WHERE THE FIRST PRIMAL CELL WAS, THERE WAS I ALSO. WHERE MAN IS, THERE AM I. WHEN THE LAST LIFE CRAWLS UNDER FREEZING STARS, THERE WILL I BE. %e passage @@ -7528,6 +7704,9 @@ DON'T LET IT UPSET YOU. # Pyramids, p. 57 (ROC edition) %passage 23 I CAN SEE THAT YOU HAVE GOT A LOT TO THINK ABOUT. +# Eric, p. 134 +%passage 24 +PERHAPS IT'S TIME TO CALL IT A DAY. %e title %e section # diff --git a/doc/fixes36.1 b/doc/fixes36.1 index 1d53499b3..feb066182 100644 --- a/doc/fixes36.1 +++ b/doc/fixes36.1 @@ -199,7 +199,8 @@ poison breath leaves a trail of poison gas allow knife and stiletto as possible tin opening tools wizard mode #wizintrinsic command additional tribute passages for The Colour of Magic, The Light Fantastic, - Equal Rites, Mort, Sourcery, Wyrd Sisters, Snuff, and Raising Steam + Equal Rites, Mort, Sourcery, Wyrd Sisters, Pyramids, Guards! Guards!, + Eric, Snuff, and Raising Steam compile-time options SIMPLE_MAIL and SERVER_ADMIN_MSG for public server use database entries for Cleaver, Sunsword, Frost and Fire brands, and polymorph trap -- 2.40.0