I am rereading The Colour of Magic. I laughed so hard when I realized that The Mended Drum used to be called The Broken Drum and that it burst into flames coz the owner wanted to get the building insurance (that Twoflower sold him) back. Now that I've read 15 discworld books it just felt like a lifetime away.
you ever just think about. “You are diseased, albeit a disease of our own making. No more.” you ever just. oh, they made him and they discarded him. it’s never going to be quiet again for him, and that’s just collateral. they let the sound rot through his whole life, his whole timeline. because that’s the kind of easy sacrifice you can make when you want to save yourself above everything else, one that doesn’t ask anything of you. you dig open a child’s mind and you bury your survival inside him and when he follows the noise back home, when he does exactly what you groomed him for, you call him ruined for it. that’s. you ever just think about that.
the dutch version of those magic changes from grease is so ghostflower coded. the english version too but it idk it makes more sense for me in the dutch version
Elle m'attend tous les jours sur le terrain de football vide, que l'herbe soit gelée ou jaunie, elle m'attend tous les jours avec ses genouillères pleines de boue, elle cueille des fleurs qui poussent seulement sur le terrain de football vide, elle m'attend tous les jours même quand j'ai un entraînement à l'autre bout de la ville, elle m'attends tous les jours, je l'écoute tous les jours : ma Valentine s'appelle Tatiana Triplin.