Category: mustrum ridcully

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“I’m sure Mustrum wouldn’t do anything dangerous, Sam,” said Sybil.
“I don’t know about that,” said Vimes, opening the door. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mean to.”

– he does target practice indoors |
Terry Pratchett, Thud!

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“And disappearing in a puff of smoke to reappear elsewhere is–”
“Out of the question. I just need–”
“An edge,” said the wizard. “Yes. Something magical in its cause but not in its effect. Nothing too obvious.”
“And no chance of anyone being turned into a frog or anything like that,” said Vimes quickly.
“Of course,” said Ridcully. He clapped his hands together. “Well, Commander, I’m afraid we can’t help you. Meddling in things like this is not what wizarding is all about!” He lowered his voice and went on: “We will particularly not be able to help you if you have the coaches, empty, around the back in, oh, call it about an hour?”
“Oh? Er… right,” said Vimes, trying to catch up. “You’re not going to make them fly or anything, are you?”
“We’re not going to do anything, Commander!” said Ridcully jovially, slapping him on the back. “I thought that was agreed! And I think also that you should leave now, although, of course, you have, in fact, not been here. And neither have I. I say, this spying business is pretty clever eh?”

– he was almost so cool |
Terry Pratchett, Thud!

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There was a large figure waiting inside.
“Commander!” it bellowed happily. “What larks, eh? Very cloak-and-dagger!”
Only heavy rain could possibly muffle the voice of Archchancellor Ridcully when he was feeling cheerful.
“Could you keep it down a bit, Archchancellor?” said Vimes, shutting the door quickly.
“Sorry! I mean, sorry,” said the wizard. “Do take a seat. The compost sacks are quite acceptable. Well, er… how may I help you, Sam?”
“Can we agree for now that you can’t?” said Vimes.
“Intriguing. Do continue,” said Ridcully, leaning closer.

– does “intriguing” count as a pun here I think so |
Terry Pratchett, Thud!

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“Did you know they put his statue in the canteen, sir?” said Ponder, a little shocked.
“Did they? Good idea,” said Ridcully. “That way, every sensible person sees it. Ready, Hex.”
And the Central Hall was empty again, apart from the fossils.


Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld III: Darwin’s Watch

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“Er, sir.”
“Just ‘er’, Stibbons?”
“‘Er’ is a very precise term in this context, sir. It means we don’t have time for a big debate.”

– an efficient word |
Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld III: Darwin’s Watch

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“Even so… to trust your future to some frail craft speeding through the unknown void, prey to unthinkable dangers…”
“That was what the dinosaurs did,” said Ridcully. “And the crabs. And all the rest of them.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I meant that this world is a pretty frail craft, if you take the long view.”

– a frail craft |
Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld III: Darwin’s Watch

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Ridcully was, Ponder noted, quite clever under all that shouting.

– Ridcully: a summary |
Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld III: Darwin’s Watch

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“You see, I’ve been talking to Hex. I’d like to give him something to remember. We owe him that, at least.”
“Really, sir?” said Ponder. “Won’t it make things worse?”
“I’d like him to know why we did all this, even if it’s only for a moment!”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Mustrum?” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
The Archchancellor hesitated. “No,” he said. “but it’s mine. And we’re going to do it.”

– on confidence |
Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld III: Darwin’s Watch

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“Oh, all right, Dean, you can come! But, and I want to make myself absolutely clear, you are not to point anything at anything unless I give you a clear instruction, understood?”
“Yes, Mustrum,” said the Dean, meekly.
“Furthermore, you will not, at any point, wave your weapon in the air and shout ‘choc and load’. Is that clear? I say that because I can practically see the silly words forming in your head!”
“That’s a vile calumny!” the Dean shouted.

– on preemptive action |
Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld III: Darwin’s Watch

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“In addition, it is possible that a collective of Auditors with sufficient presence in the material world may develop crude physical senses, and so I have adapted some catapult bows to fire a mixture of intense, er, stimuli. Old references suggest chili, essence of Wahoonie or Blissberry blossoms, but modern thinking inclines to HIggs & Meakins Luxury Assortment.”
“Chocolate?” said Ridcully.
“They don’t like it, sir.”
“But those things can live in empty space and inside stars, man!”
“Where chocolate is significantly absent, sir,” said Ponder, patiently. “They keep away from it. Also, it comes handily packed. They particularly don’t like the Strawberry Whirl.”
Ridcully picked up a bow, pointed it at a wizard, and fired. There was a distant “ow!”
“Hmm. Spreads nicely on impact,” he said. “Well done, Mr. Stibbons. I’m impressed. You are in charge.”

– I hope Ponder performed the Rite of AshkEnte to ask Death to ask Susan what to do |
Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld III: Darwin’s Watch