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  • Amazon shared from The Color of Magic (Discworld Book 1) by Terry Pratchett
    Firstly, he was lost. That was vexing, but it did not worry him unduly. The forest looked quite interesting and probably held elves or gnomes, perhaps both. In fact on a couple of occasions he had thought he had seen strange green faces peering down at him from the branches. Twoflower had always wanted to meet an elf. In fact what he really wanted to meet was a dragon, but an elf would do. Or a real goblin.
    Note: Love this, and there are like 40 more in the series.
  • Amazon shared from The Color of Magic (Discworld Book 1) by Terry Pratchett
    (wizards, even failed wizards, have in addition to rods and cones in their eyeballs the tiny octagons that enable them to see into the far octarine, the basic color of which all other colors are merely pale shadows impinging on normal four dimensional space. It is said to be a sort of fluorescent greenish yellow purple).
    Note: Love this
  • Amazon shared from The Handsome Man's De Luxe Café: No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency (15) by Alexander Mccall Smith
    “That is very good,” said Phuti. “I am looking forward to it already.” But he was not—he was merely being supportive, as any good husband should be when his wife insists on embarking on something that he feels is not a good idea and he knows that it is far too late to express reservations. That is the point at which wholehearted support is required, and he would give it.
    Note: A good lesson for husbands lol
  • Amazon shared from The Handsome Man's De Luxe Café: No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency (15) by Alexander Mccall Smith
    indecisiveness was probably a result of his simply not being forceful enough, which was a rather attractive quality, she thought. There were more than enough forceful men about, and a man who did not try to force his will on others was a refreshing change.
  • Amazon shared from The Handsome Man's De Luxe Café: No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency (15) by Alexander Mccall Smith
    How different it was when people were behind the wheel of a car; protected by the metal and glass surrounding them, they showed all sorts of impatience with other drivers, and rarely hesitated to secure some tiny advantage by slipping through a red light or ignoring the unambiguous message of a stop or give way sign. And this was in Botswana, he thought, where everybody—or at least nearly everybody—was so polite! How much worse was it in other countries not too far away where people drove as if they were being pursued by a swarm of bees; or where they paid no attention to the twists and bends...
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