Roald Dahl's correspondence with Terry Pratchett
This Saturday it will be a year since Alzheimer's stole Terry Pratchett from the an eldritch voice shrieked: 'When shall we three meet again?. Terry Pratchett See also: Discworld for quotations from the Discworld novels. Good Omens .. They would if they knew what they were and where to find them. Terry Pratchett sold his first story when he was fifteen, which earned him enough money to buy a second-hand typewriter. His first novel, a humorous fantasy.
G meant passing on the message, N meant "not logged" and U meant it must be returned on reaching the end of the line.
A GNU code was designed as a way to add Pratchett to the HTML code of websites, and developers soon posted ways of adding the code to different servers, apps, proxies, and even to mail servers and blogging sites. This pub sign, amended to feature the noted Ankh-Morpork pub, The Mended Drum, was commissioned before Pratchett's death, and hung as a memorial shortly afterwards.
New pub sign commemorates Sir Terry Pratchett http: Wincanton is already slightly unusual in that it was twinned in with a fictional Discworld city, Ankh Morpork. Elsewhere in Wincanton, you can find a Discworld Emporiumand traders selling Discworld sausages — although hopefully of significantly better quality than those peddled by the dubious CMOT Dibbler Esq. At the end of April, the computer company valve added a Pratchett tribute to its most popular game, Dota 2, in the form of a new item called an Octarine Core.
The name is a nod to the eighth colour of the spectrum invented by Pratchett, and the subect of his first Discworld book, The Colour of Magic. It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of the imagination, because wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind. It was enchantment itself. But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish-purple.
Outright theft as a policy had never occurred to him. I'm referred to, I see, as 'the biggest banker in modern publishing'. Now there's a line that needed the celebrated Guardian proof-reading. I save about twenty drafts — that's ten meg of disc space — and the last one contains all the final alterations.
Once it has been printed out and received by the publishers, there's a cry here of 'Tough shit, literary researchers of the future, try getting a proper job! I always thought Detritus would be good at: Currently there's five machines permanently networked here. They all contain the serious core stuff. A couple of the machines are pensioned off s, with little other value now.
Plus there's two Jaz drives in the building and the portable also carries a fair amount of stuff. Plus every Friday a man comes around and carves all the new stuff onto stone slabs and buries them in the garden I think I'm okay. If I heeded all the advice I've had over the years, I'd have written 18 books about Rincewind.
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Have a bit more patience with newbies. Of course some of them act dumb -- they're often students, for heaven's sake. If he was, there would be a sudden drop in the death rate. Although it'd be interesting to see if he'd post things like: The net software here did its meltdown trick again at the weekend it happens about once every six months -- if only everything was as reliable as WordPerfect 4.
I'd like to stand up for the rights of people who put everything on their burger -- chutney, mustard, pickle, mustard pickle, tomato sauce It is common knowledge in my family that I can't tell the difference between a veggie burger and a meat one, because the ratio of burger to pickles is so high.Discworld Documentary
Too many people want to have written. DW is based on a slew of old myths, which reach their most 'refined' form in Hindu mythology, which in turn of course derived from the original Star Trek episode 'Planet of Wobbly Rocks where the Security Guard Got Shot'. Eight years involved with the nuclear industry have taught me that when nothing can possibly go wrong and every avenue has been covered, then is the time to buy a house on the next continent.
This book had two authors, and they were both the same person. Author's note, revised edition They called themselves the Munrungs. It's what most people call themselves, to begin with. And then one day the tribe meets some other People or, if it's not been a good day, The Enemy. If only they'd think up a name like Some More True Human Beings, it'd save a lot of trouble later on.
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On the fifth day the Governor of the town called all the tribal chieftains to an audience in the market square, to hear their grievances. He didn't always do anything about them, but at least they got heard, and he nodded a lot, and everyone felt better about it at least until they got home.
That was one of the three rules of being chief that old Grimm had passed on to him. Act confidently, never say 'I don't know,' and when all else fails, keep 'em busy. I wish that the people who sing about the deeds of heroes would think about the people who have to clear up after them. Anyway, just because you're sworn enemies doesn't mean you can't be friends, does it? When they're standing right in front of you, kings are a kind of speech impediment.
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Their own, I suppose, just like everyone else. You're not supposed to fight! The Deftmenes are mad and the Dumii are sane, thought Snibril, and that's just the same as being mad except that it's quieter. If only you could mix them together, you'd end up with normal people. Normally its narrow streets were crowded with stalls, and people from all over the Carpet. They'd all be trying to cheat one another in that open-and-above-board way known as 'doing business'.
The sign outside the shop said Apothecary, which meant that the shop was owned by a sort of early chemist, who would give you herbs and things until you got better or at least stopped getting any worse. My house is your house', his brow suddenly furrowed and he looked worried, 'although only in a metaphorical sense, you understand, because I would not, much as I always admired your straightforward approach, and indeed your forthright stance, actually give you my house, it being the only house I have, and therefore the term is being extended in an, as it were, gratuitous fashion —' 'What would Deftmenes be if we went around obeying orders all the time?
And then everything depends on who's giving the orders. You've been listen to Brocando too often,' said Bane. Why not kill--' he began, but he was interrupted.
It matters what we are. A moment's rational thought here will spot the slight flaw in this reasoning. Boot-faced cats aren't born but made, often because they've tried to outstare or occasionally rape a speeding car and have been repaired by a vet who just pulled all the bits together and stuck the stitches in where there was room.
Cats don't hunt seals. They would if they knew what they were and where to find them.
But they don't, so that's all right. Much family effort goes into selecting one at the start "She looks like a Winnifred to me"and the as the years roll by it suddenly finds itself being called Meepo or Ratbag. Next comes the realist phase "After all, from a purely geometrical point of view a cat is only a tube with a door at the top.
About giving a cat a pill Everyone's heard of Erwin Schrodinger's famous thought experiment. You put a cat in a box with a bottle of poison, which many people would suggest is about as far as you need to go.
There you are, forehead like a set of balconies, worrying about the long-term effects of all this new 'fire' stuff on the environment, you're being chased and eaten by most of the planet's large animals, and suddenly tiny versions of one of the worst of them wanders into the cave and starts to purr.
TruckersDiggers and Wings The trouble with having an open mindof course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it. Perhaps, if you knew you were going to die, your senses crammed in as much detail as they could while they still had the chance That's what being alive is all about. But when you try to think of it all at once, it comes out wrong Everything makes sense a bit at a time. But when you try to think of it all at once, it comes out wrong.
Johnny and the Dead [ edit ] Suicide was against the law. Johnny had wondered why. It meant that if you missed, or the gas ran out, or the rope broke, you could get locked up in prison to show you that life was really very jolly and thoroughly worth living.