The Light Fantastic: (Discworld Novel 2) (Discworld series)

You haven’t really been anywhere until you’ve got back home. I think that’s what I mean.’

‘Look,’ said Rincewind urgently. ‘Druids are priests. You must remember that. Don’t do anything to upset them.’ ‘But—’ ‘Don’t offer to buy the stones.’ ‘But I—’ ‘Don’t start talking about quaint native folkways.’ ‘I thought—’ ‘Really don’t try to sell them insurance, that always upsets them.’ ‘But they’re priests!’ wailed Twoflower. Rincewind pause

On the face of it this gave him a survival value marginally less than, say, a soap herring, but to Rincewind’s amazement it all seemed to work and the little man’s total obliviousness to all forms of danger somehow made danger so discouraged that it gave up and went away.

Rincewind had been generally reckoned by his tutors to be a natural wizard in the same way that fish are natural mountaineers.

For a man with an itch to see the whole of infinity, Twoflower never actually moved outside his own head.

He read that its height plus its length divided by half its width equalled exactly 1.67563, or precisely 1,237.98712567 times the difference between the distance to the sun and the weight of a small orange.

In a distant forest a wolf howled, felt embarrassed when no one joined in, and stopped.

It had a very long pendulum, and the pendulum swung with a slow tick-tock that set his teeth on edge, because it was the kind of deliberate, annoying ticking that wanted to make it abundantly clear that every tick and every tock was stripping another second off your life. It was the kind of sound that suggested very pointedly that in some hypotheti

(Rincewind had in any case seen his past life flash in front of his eyes so many times that he could sleep through the boring bits)