Anyone in baggy trousers and a white face who tried to ply their art anywhere within Ankh’s crumbling walls would very quickly find themselves in a scorpion pit, on one wall of which was painted the advice: Learn The Words.

(Scene: Old-school witch, Granny Weatherwax, is talking with her friend Nanny about a new-agey, "nice" witch.) ‘She’s got a knitted cover on the lid in her privy,’ said Nanny. ‘Pink?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Nice.’ ‘She’s not bad,’ said Nanny. ‘She does good work over in Fiddler’s Elbow. People speak highly of her.’ Granny sniffed. ‘Do they speak highly of me?’ she said. ‘No, they speaks quietly of you, Esme.’ ‘Good.'

"No, really, I’m a terrible coward, I always run away.” Rincewind’s chest heaved. “Danger has stared me in the back of the head, oh, hundreds of times!"