A small quote from "Making Money"
The latest Discworld novel "Making Money", by Terry Pratchett, has just been released. I'm just over 100 pages in, but I just had to
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[Postmaster General Moist von Lipwig is being shown around the Royal Bank of Ankh-Morpork by the chief cashier, Mr Bent. They have seen a fair amount so far and are now heading down to cellar]
'Please be careful, the floor is always wet here,' [Mr Bent] said, and led the way down some wide steps into the grandest cellar Moist had ever seen. Fine stone vaulting supported beautifully tiled ceilings stretching away into the gloom. There were candles everywhere, and in the middle distance something was sparkling and filling the colonnaded space with a blue-white glow.
'This was the undercroft of the temple,' said Bent, leading the way. [...] 'Isn't the fornication wonderful?'
After quite a lengthy pause, Moist ventured: 'It is?'
'Don't you think so? There's more here than anywhere else in the city, I'm told.'
'Really?' said Moist, looking around nervously. 'Er, do you have to come down here at some special time?'
'Well, in banking hours usually, but we let groups in by appointment.'
'You know,' said Moist, 'I think this conversation has somehow got away from me...'
Bent waved vaguely at the ceiling. 'I refer to the wonderful vaulting,' he said. 'The word derives from fornix, meaning "arch"'.
'Ah! Yes? Right!' said Moist. 'You know, I wouldn't be surprised if not many people knew that.'
And then Moist saw the Glooper, glowing among the arches.
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[Postmaster General Moist von Lipwig is being shown around the Royal Bank of Ankh-Morpork by the chief cashier, Mr Bent. They have seen a fair amount so far and are now heading down to cellar]
'Please be careful, the floor is always wet here,' [Mr Bent] said, and led the way down some wide steps into the grandest cellar Moist had ever seen. Fine stone vaulting supported beautifully tiled ceilings stretching away into the gloom. There were candles everywhere, and in the middle distance something was sparkling and filling the colonnaded space with a blue-white glow.
'This was the undercroft of the temple,' said Bent, leading the way. [...] 'Isn't the fornication wonderful?'
After quite a lengthy pause, Moist ventured: 'It is?'
'Don't you think so? There's more here than anywhere else in the city, I'm told.'
'Really?' said Moist, looking around nervously. 'Er, do you have to come down here at some special time?'
'Well, in banking hours usually, but we let groups in by appointment.'
'You know,' said Moist, 'I think this conversation has somehow got away from me...'
Bent waved vaguely at the ceiling. 'I refer to the wonderful vaulting,' he said. 'The word derives from fornix, meaning "arch"'.
'Ah! Yes? Right!' said Moist. 'You know, I wouldn't be surprised if not many people knew that.'
And then Moist saw the Glooper, glowing among the arches.