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03 March 2007 @ 05:35 pm
Reason #582 to love Terry Pratchett  
"The hub, or nerve center, of the coach business was a big shed next to the stable. It smelled - no, it stank of - no, it fugged of - horses, leather, veterinary medicine, bad coal, brandy, and cheap cigars. That's what a fug was. You could have cut cubes out of the air and sold it for cheap building material."

p.227 Going Postal by Terry Pratchett
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Master Arsonist: Pugfaceapostle on March 4th, 2007 02:02 am (UTC)
Mmmm... Fugtastic.
Brettwakko on March 4th, 2007 06:30 pm (UTC)
I just started reading The Color of Magic.
Kburgunder on March 6th, 2007 12:18 pm (UTC)
Have you read any of the other Discworld books? I can't remember.
Brettwakko on March 6th, 2007 04:11 pm (UTC)
Nope, I haven't.
Kriskfrye on March 5th, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC)
I've started reading China Mieville's Un Lun Dun. I'm only about 70 pages into it, but so far it's fantastic. It's Alice in Wonderland meets Neverland meets Perdido Street Station. Incredibly imaginative. (There's a cute empty milk carton that is following the main characters around like a lost puppy. Stinky but cute.)
Kburgunder on March 6th, 2007 12:17 pm (UTC)
Perfect timing. I picked up my copy at Elliott Bay Books on Thursday of last week. I read a few pages and really liked it, but am practicing self-restraint until I finish Going Postal.