Schijfwereld

door Vulpius

Zalig. Opnieuw eens begonnen met de Schijfwereld Discworld reeks te herlezen. Jawel, ditmaal eens in het Engels.

Geweldig hoe de mens — Terry Pratchett, de schrijver dus — humor, fantasy en veelzeggende levensmetaforen weet te mengen tot ongelofelijke page turners. Een paar fijne quotes:

Sometimes glass glitters more than diamonds because it has more to prove.

The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.

The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head.

Net volgend stukje gelezen (uit: Equal Rites):

“I don’t remember you,” said Cutangle. “Of course, it was a long time ago. There was always a lot of children around our house.” He sighed. “I suppose it’s possible I pulled your hair once. It was the sort of thing I used to do.”
“Maybe. I remember a fat little boy. Rather unpleasant.”
“That might have been me. I seem to recall a rather bossy girl, but it was a long time ago. A long time ago.”
“I didn’t have white hair in those days,” said Granny.
“Everything was a different color in those days.”
“That’s true.”
“It didn’t rain so much in the summer time.”
“The sunsets were redder.”
“There were more old people. The world was full of them,” said the wizard.
“Yes, I know. And now it’s full of young people. Funny, really. I mean, you’d expect it to be the other way round.”
“They even had a better kind of air. It was easier to breathe,” said Cutangle. They stamped on through the swirling snow, considering the curious ways of time and Nature.
“Ever been home again?” said Granny.
Cutangle shrugged. “When my father died. It’s odd, I’ve never said this to anyone, but—well, there were my brothers, because I am an eighth son of course, and they had children and even grandchildren, and not one of them can hardly write his name. I could have bought the whole village. And they treated me like a king, but—I mean, I’ve been to places and seen things that would curdle their minds, I’ve faced down creatures wilder than their nightmares, I know secrets that are known to a very few—”
“You felt left out,” said Granny. “There’s nothing strange in that. It happens to all of us. It was our choice.”
“Wizards should never go home,” said Cutangle.
“I don’t think they can go home,” agreed Granny. “You can’t cross the same river twice, I always say.”
Cutangle gave this some thought.
“I think you’re wrong there,” he said. “I must have crossed the same river, oh, thousands of times.”
“Ah, but it wasn’t the same river.”
“It wasn’t?”
“No.”

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