Nanny Ogg could see the future in the froth on a beer mug. It invariably showed that she was going to enjoy a refreshing drink which she almost certainly was not going to pay for.

“Sonata for Thunderstorm, Trapdoors and Young Women in Skimpy Clothing.”

“I never understood that story, anyway,” said Nanny. “I mean, if I knew I’d got …”

“Victor eyed the glistening tubes in the tray around Dibbler's neck. They smelle…”

“It was also a room full of books and made of books. There was no actual furnitu…”