103, WG56, M49, E99 / NG47, F54, NA9, D4, B8, C1

Terry Pratchett, The Truth

Bei diesem Wiederlesen - keine Ahnung das wievielste es war, auf jeden Fall das erste Mal auf dem Paperwhite - vermied ich es Stellen zu überspringen und las wirklich jede Seite. Und fand tatsächlich noch etwas zitierenswertes.
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"And are these your reasons, my lord?"
"Do you think I have others?" said Lord Vetinari. "My motives, as ever, are entirely transparent."
Hughnon reflected that 'entirely transparent' meant either that you could see right through them or that you couldn't see them at all.
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"The city is getting rather crowded, though," said Mr Windling, who had some unspecified clerical job. "Still, at least zombies are human. No offence meant, of course."
Mr Longshaft smiled faintly as he buttered the toast, and William wondered why he always disliked people who said 'no offence meant'. Maybe it was because they found it easier to say 'no offence meant' than actually refrain from giving offence.
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The curious thing was, if the breakfast table jury was anything to go by, that denying stories like this only proved that they were true. After all, no one would bother to deny something if it didn't exist, would they?

(Terry Pratchett, The Truth, 2000)

Against the stars a turtle passes, carrying four elephants on its shell.
Both turtle and elephants are bigger than people might expect, but out between the stars the difference between huge and tiny is, comparatively speaking, very small.

(Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent, 1998)

99, WG54, M48, E96 / NG45, F51, NA9, D3, B7, C1

Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

Diese Discworldversion von Australien wollte schon länger wiedergelesen werden, aber irgendwie konnte ich mich bis jetzt nie so recht aufraffen. Ich kann mich noch erinnern, dass es für mich beim ersten Lesen eine echt Erleichterung war, dass Rincewind mitsamt Luggage endlich nach Hause kommt und nicht mehr unfreiwillig in der Discworldgeschichte herumirren muss. Und wie unglaublich und gewaltig es ist als es endlich regnet. Der Schluß mit dem bunten Boomerang als Regenbogen am Himmel ist einfach zu gut.
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People don't live on the Disc any more than, in less hand-crafted parts of the multiverse, they live on balls. Oh, planets may be the place where their body eats its tea, but they live elsewhere, in worlds of their own which orbit very handily around the centre of their heads.

(Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent, 1998)

95, WG51, M46, E92 / NG44, F49, NA9, D3, B7, C1

Terry Pratchett, Eric

Ich lud mir den Band noch auf den Paperwhite, weil ich mich nicht mehr erinnern konnte, wann und wie Rincewind aus den Dungeon Dimensions zurückkehrt und fast alles, was ich von diesem Buch noch wußte war, dass es ziemlich kurz ist. Warum ist mir immer noch ein Rätsel. Man sollte meinen, dass Pratchett noch viel mehr über Dämonen und Hölle zu sagen gehabt hätte. Vielleicht hätte es zuviel vorweggenommen. Wer weiß.

94, WG50, M45, E91 / NG44, F49, NA9, D3, B7, C1

Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

Diesen Band hab ich auch schon sehr lange nicht mehr gelesen, streckenweise konnte ich mich überhaupt nicht mehr dran erinnern. Nur dass der Vater des Sourcerers es beinahe schafft die Welt zu vernichten und es der Anfang von Rincewinds Irrfahrt um die gesamte Scheibenwelt ist.
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It wasn't lost. It always knew exactly where it was. It was always here.
It was just that everywhere else seemed to have been temporarily mislaid.
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'Talent just defines what you do,' he said. 'It doesn't define what you are. Deep down, I mean. When you know what you are, you can do anything.'
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(Terry Pratchett, Sourcery, 1988)

92, WG49, M44, E89 / NG43, F48, NA9, D3, B7, C1

Terry Pratchett, Moving Images

Das ist einer der Discworldbände, die ich schon länger mal wiederlesen wollte, aber mich irgendwie nie zu aufraffen konnte (genau wie z.B. Last Continent, Interesting Times, Thud ... etc. etc.). Und dann war ich einmal mehr überrascht, wieviel ich daraus komplett vergessen hatte. Einmal mehr machten die ganzen Anspielungen auf Filmklassiker und das ganze Hollywood-Drumherum so richtig Spaß und wie Pratchett das alles so gekonnt in eine Horrorgeschichte einbindet. Es gibt eigentlich keinen Discworldband bis nach Nr. 37 den ich nicht mag, aber dieser läuft bei mir wahrscheinlich unter den ersten 10 - 20 oder so.
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Over Holy Wood, the stars were out. They were huge balls of hydrogen heated to millions of degrees, so hot they could not even burn. Many of them would swell enormously before they died, and then shrink to tiny resentful dwarfs remembered only by sentimental astronomers. In the meantime, they because of metamorphoses beyond the reach of alchemists, and turned mere boring elements into pure light.
Over Ankh-Morpork, it just rained.
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The whole of life is just like watching a click, he thought. Only it's as though you always get in ten minutes after the big picture has started, and noone will tell you the plot, so you have to work it all out yourself from the clues.
And you never, never get a chance to stay in your seat for the second house.

(Terry Pratchett, Moving Images, 1990)

91, WG48, M43, E88 / NG43, F48, NA9, D3, B7, C1

Terry Pratchett, Making Money

Ja, es war absehbar, dass ich 'Making Money' auch wiederlesen würde. Ein paar andere Discworldbände folgen vielleicht noch - nicht unbedingt 'The Truth' aber wer weiß - aber dieser machte wieder richtig Spaß. Und erstaunlicherweise fand ich auch diesmal wieder einiges an Zitaten.
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What harm can it do to find out? It's a question that has left bruises down the centuries, even more than 'It can't hurt if I only take one' and 'It's all right if you only do it standing up'.
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Gods wanted belief, not rational thinking. Building the temple first was like giving a pair of wonderful shoes to a man with no legs. Building a temple didn't mean you believed in gods, it just meant you believed in architecture.
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He'd bought it - why? Because it was like the lockpicks: a token to prove, if only to himself, that he hadn't given in, not all the way, that a part of him was still free. It was like the other readymade identities, the escape plans, the caches of money and clothes. They told him that any day he could leave all this, melt into the crowd, say goodbye to the paperwork and the timetable and the endless, endless wanting.
They told him that he could give it up any time he liked. Any hour, any minute, any second. And because he could, he didn't ... every hour, every minute, every second. There had to be a reason why.

(Terry Pratchett, Making Money (Discworld 36), 2009)