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Beating people up in little rooms, he knew were that led. And if you did it for a good reason, you'd do it for a bad one. You couldn't say "we are the good guys," and do bad guy things.
Terry Pratchett, Thud (via Samuel Vimes)
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Terry Pratchett's social commentary is impeccable as always. I love these lines. They're so simple yet so raw.
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Now I find the new rules for tumblr reasonable in theory (there’s honestly no way to practically enforce them. I’m not saying this wasn’t a bad idea and this won’t be a shit show), but there’s one provision in allowed nudity “ and nudity found in art, such as sculptures and illustrations, are also stuff that can be freely posted on Tumblr.” that makes me think of this passage from Discworld:
“What? Tawneee says what she does is Art, Sarge. And she wears more clothes than a lot of the women on the walls around here, so why be sniffy about it?”
“Yeah, but…” Fred Colon hesitated here. He knew in his heart that spinning upside down around a pole wearing a costume you could floss with definitely was not Art, and being painted lying on a bed wearing nothing but a smile and a small bunch of grapes was good solid Art, but putting your finger on why this was the case was a bit tricky.
“No urns,” he said at last.
“What urns?” said Nobby.
“Nude women are only Art if there’s an urn in it,” said Fred Colon. This sounded a bit weak even to him, so he added: “Or a plinth. Both is best, o’course. It’s a secret sign, see, that they put in to say that it’s Art and okay to look at.”
“What about a potted plant?”
“That’s okay if it’s in an urn.”
“What about if it’s not got an urn or a plinth or a potted plant?” said Nobby.
“Have you one in mind, Nobby?” said Colon suspiciously.
“Yes, The Goddess Anoia* Arising from the Cutlery,” said Nobby. “They’ve got it here. It was painted by a bloke with three i’s in his name, which sounds pretty artistic to me.”
“The number of i’s is important, Nobby,” said Sergeant Colon gravely, “but in these situations you have to ask yourself: ‘Where’s the cherub?’ If there’s a little fat pink kid holding a mirror or a fan or similar, then it’s still okay. Even if he’s grinning. Obviously you can’t get urns everywhere.”
Young dwarfs listened to him because he talked about history and destiny and all the other words that always got trotted out to put a gloss on slaughter.
Terry Pratchett, Thud
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the way this line was delivered was brilliant. drew a good chuckle out of me. it's so raw and relevant especially when discussing topics such as ultranationalism and well, fascism.
Liking this dark reprise of Where's My Cow.
