...and Magrat was sick all night just at the thought of it and had the dire rear.

“We sleepwalk through our lives, because how could we live if we were always thi…”

“Sometimes Carrot sounded like a civics essay written by a stunned choirboy.”

“Трябва да има дума за онази микроскопична искрица надежда, която не смееш даже …”

“. . . and what are you exactly, my friend? Their subordinate? Their employee? O…”