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With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
...and in the same sorry vein that runs through this terrible month, a great friend of Pterry's and ours, via the clacks only, set out across the Desert on Wednesday. Those of us without gods can fall back on fantasy and imagine that she's already immersed in The Author's recent work on the other side of the mountains. It's regrettable that there was no Witch in southern California to help her; lots of Wiccans but no Witch.


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Verse

What if the stories were true? What if there really were Vampires and Werewolves and Wizards and Witches who really could turn you into a toad, or make you think they had? Suppose Nick and Nora Charles were the most powerful couple in the country...

There is a story that the world is a disc borne on the backs of four elephants which stand on the carapace of an enormous turtle. In one corner of the Multiverse (the one farthest from Reality) this, too, is true. This is where the story creates the history and a one-in-a-million chance turns up nine times out of ten and the ocean falls into space around the rim without depleting itself. On the Discworld, "what if?" must be answered, the stories lived, the myth made real.

Tales from this remote universe arrived regularly via inspiration particles intercepting the particularly receptive and talented brain of Sir Terry Pratchett, OBE. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to sort, file and illuminate the elements of these chronicles in this little corner of the vast library of L-space. Just don't forget your ball of string.


Bridge

There's a blaze of light in every word

It doesn't matter which you heard

The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much

I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

And even though it all went wrong

I'll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

...and in the same sorry vein that runs through this terrible month, a great friend of Pterry's and ours, via the clacks only, set out across the Desert on Wednesday. Those of us without gods can fall back on fantasy and imagine that she's already immersed in The Author's recent work on the other side of the mountains. It's regrettable that there was no Witch in southern California to help her; lots of Wiccans but no Witch.

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I sometimes sit and laugh giddily at the mere existence of some Pratchett characters (Carrot Ironfoundersson, say) and the reality he created out of the absurd stereotype. This is often toward the end of the bottle of wine, but still, it suggests how he's different from other writers I have followed. There are now more than a thousand Discworld characters described here, and that's not all.




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Made a sysop for the many good contributions --Sanity 01:34, 19 August 2006 (CEST)