“You thinking about another barricade, Mister Vimes?” said Fred.
“Hmm?” said Vimes, dismissing the mental picture of himself laminated to the street.
“Barricades, sir,” Colon prompted. “More’n thirty years ago?”
Vimes gave a curt nod. Oh yes, he remembered the Glorious Revolution. It hadn’t really been a revolution, and had been glorious only if you thought an early grave was glorious. Men had died there, too, because of other men who, bar one or two, probably weren’t bad…
“Yes,” he said. “And it seems like only yesterday.” Every day, he thought, it seems like only yesterday. 

– Sometimes thirty years ago is a little over a year ago and it still feels like just yesterday |
Terry Pratchett, Thud!