‘I’ve got this hat with the word “Wizzard” on it,’ said Rincewind hopefully.
‘Oh, Rincewind,’ said Ridcully, as one might say ‘oh dear, it’s raining’. ‘It’s you.’
‘Well, Rincewind, I am impressed,’ said Ponder, while the Librarian looked perplexed. ‘I’d always thought of you as rather stupid, but that was a remarkable piece of verbal reasoning. If we put the globe down right on the Librarian’s desk, say, then the whole journey would take place inside the library, right?’
‘Exactly,’ said Rincewind, who was prepared to overlook ‘rather stupid’ in view of this unexpected praise.
Ponder Stibbons was one of those unfortunate people cursed with the belief that if only he found out enough things about the universe it would all, somehow, make sense. The goal is the Theory of Everything, but Ponder would settle for the Theory of Something and, late at night, when Hex appeared to be sulking, he despaired of even a Theory of Anything.
You know elves! They are dangerous! Drop your guard for a moment and they can control your mind!’ [said Rincewind]
‘They chased me through some woods once,’ said Ponder. ‘They are very frightening. I remember writing that down in my diary.’
‘You wrote down in your diary that you were scared?’
Yes. Why not? Don’t you?’
‘I haven’t got a big enough diary.’