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Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

Ein perfektes Buch zum schmökern/Rosinen rauspicken beim Sonntagsfrühstück und faulenzen danach. Irgendwie finde ich auch immer wieder neue Rosinen darin.

They'd saved the City with gold more easily, at that point, than any hero could have managed with steel. But in truth it had not exactly been gold, or even the promise of gold, but more like the Fantasy of gold, the fairy dream that the gold is there, at the end of the rainbow, and will continue to be there for ever, provided, naturally, that you don't go and look.
This is known as Finance.
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The people who guard the rainbow don't like those who get in the way of the sun.

(Terry Pratchett, Going Postal, 2004)