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Hello, everybody. :) Bored, I looked up the book on Wiki (my latest obsession - it's an encyclopedia for internet dorks!), and it said this:
An extra section was added by Pratchett for the American version, and has since been added into all subsequent printings. The section deals with the eventual fate of Warlock, the American diplomat's son who ( Read more... )
An extra section was added by Pratchett for the American version, and has since been added into all subsequent printings. The section deals with the eventual fate of Warlock, the American diplomat's son who ( Read more... )
High over England a 747 droned westwards. In the first class cabin a boy called Warlock put down his comic and stared out of the window.
It had been a very strange couple of days. He still wasn't certain why his father had been called to the Middle East. He was pretty sure that his father didn't know, either. It was probably something cultural. All that had happened was a lot of funny looking guys with towels on their heads and very bad teeth had shown them around some old ruins. As ruins went, Warlock had seen better. And then one of the old guys had said to him, wasn't there anything he wanted to do? And Warlock had said he'd like to leave.
They'd looked very unhappy about that.
And now he was going back to the States. There had been some sort of problem with tickets or flights or airport destination boards or something. It was weird; he was pretty sure his father had meant to go back to England.
Warlock liked England. It was a nice country to be an American in.
The plane was at that point passing right above the Lower Tadfield bedroom of Greasy Johnson, who was aimlessly leafing through a photography magazine that he'd bought merely because it had a rather good picture of a tropical fish on the cover.
A few pages below Greasy's listless finger was a spread on American football, and how it was really catching on in Europe. Which was odd because when the magazine had been printed, those pages had been about photography in desert conditions.
It was about to change his life.
And Warlock flew on to America. He deserved something (after all, you never forget the first friends you ever had, even if you were all a few hours old at the time) and the power that was controlling the fate of all mankind at that precise time was thinking: Well, he's going to America, isn't he? Don't see how you could have anythin' better than going to America
They've got thirty nine flavors of ice cream there. Maybe even more.
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