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“What did I tell you about Mister Safety Catch?” said Vimes weakly. 

“When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend,” recited Detritus, saluting

– Terry Pratchett – Night Watch

‘Many fine old manuscripts in that place, I be…

‘Many fine old manuscripts in that place, I believe. Without price, I’m told.’

‘Yes, sir. Certainly worthless, sir.’

‘Is it possible you misunderstood what I just said, Commander?’

‘Could be, sir.’

‘You are in favour of the common people?’ said…

‘You are in favour of the common people?’ said Dragon mildly.

‘The common people?’ said Vimes. ‘They’re nothing special. They’re no different from the rich and powerful except they’ve got no money or power. But the law should be there to balance things up a bit. So I suppose I’ve got to be on their side.’

‘You’ll see! We’re going to the palace. Fetch …

‘You’ll see! We’re going to the palace. Fetch Angua. We might need her. And bring the search warrant.’

‘You mean the sledgehammer, sir?’

‘Yes. And Sergeant Colon, too.’

[Vimes] distrusted the kind of person who&rsqu…

[Vimes] distrusted the kind of person who’d take one look at another man and say in a lordly voice to his companion, ‘Ah, my dear sir, I can tell you nothing except that he is a left-handed stonemason who has spent some years in the merchant navy and has recently fallen on hard times,’ and then unroll a lot of supercilious commentary about calluses and stance and the state of a man’s boots, when exactly the same comments could apply to a man who was wearing his old clothes because he’d been doing a spot of home bricklaying for a new barbecue pit, and had been tattooed once when he was drunk and seventeen* and in fact got seasick on a wet pavement. What arrogance! What an insult to the rich and chaotic variety of the human experience!

*These terms are often synonymous.

The real world was far too real to leave neat …

The real world was far too real to leave neat little hints. It was full of too many things. It wasn’t by eliminating the impossible you got the truth, however improbably; it was by the much harder process of eliminating the possibilities. You worked away, patiently asking questions and looking hard at things. You walked and talked, and in your heart you just hoped like hell that some bugger’s nerve’d crack and he’d give himself up.

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What a mess the world was in, Vimes reflected….

What a mess the world was in, Vimes reflected. Constable Visit had told him the meek would inherit it, and what had the poor devils done to deserve that?

‘You have the mind of a true policeman, …

‘You have the mind of a true policeman, Vimes.’

‘Thank you, sir.’

‘Really? Was it a compliment?’