Etykiety
The Beast
Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
Vimes felt his hand begin to move of its own accord--And stopped. Red rage froze.
There was The Beast, all around him. And that's all it was. A beast. Useful, but still a beast. You could hold it on a chain, and make it dance, and juggle balls. It didn't think. It was dumb. What you were, what you were, was not The Beast.
Kategorie: człowieczeństwo, Vimes,
Twisted Mind
Men at Arms, Terry Pratchett
"We're dealing here," said Vimes, "With a twisted mind.""Oh, no! You think so?"
"Yes."
"But... no... you can't be right. Because Nobby was with us al the time."
"Not Nobby," said Vimes testily. "Whatever he might do to a dragon, I doubt if he'd make it explode. There's stranger people in this world than Corporal Nobbs, my lad."
Carrot's expression slid into a rictus of intrigued horror.
"Gosh," he said."
Kategorie: Vimes, Carrot, szaleństwo,
What's the orbital velocity of the moon?
Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
"No! Please! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" the man yelled."Really?" said Vimes. "What's the orbital velocity of the moon?"
"What?"
"Oh, you'd like something simpler?"
Kategorie: Vimes, przesłuchanie,
Cynicism
Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.