It's a quote-ful day
Mar. 15th, 2006 11:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elenearielFor those of us with a bookish bent, reading is a reflexive response to everything. This is how we deal with the world and anything new that comes our way. We have always known that there is a book for every occasion and every obsession. When in doubt, we are always looking things up.
-Diane Scheonperlen, Our Lady of the Lost and Found
It is human nature to distrust genius. We are suspicious of the exceptional and the brilliant; they unsettle us. Too often we recoil at the extraordinary, alarmed by the orginality we see.
-Jake Morrissey, The Genius in the Design
And finally, how six inch high little blue Nac Mac Feegle steal cattle:
"One under each foot. Seen 'em do it. You see a cow in a field, mindin' its own business, next minute the grass is rustlin', some little bugger shoults 'hup, hup, hup,' and the poor beast goes past voom! without its legs movin'," said Nanny.
Up the airy mountain and down the rushy geln ran the Nac Mac Feegle, who seemed to have no concept of stealth. Progress was a little slower now, because some of the party broke away occasionally to have a fight amongst themselves or an impromptu hunt, and in addition to the King of Lancre there was now, bobbing through the heather, the fox, a stunned stag, a wild boar, and a weasel who'd been suspected of looking at the Nac Mac Feegle in a funny way.
-Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum
-Diane Scheonperlen, Our Lady of the Lost and Found
It is human nature to distrust genius. We are suspicious of the exceptional and the brilliant; they unsettle us. Too often we recoil at the extraordinary, alarmed by the orginality we see.
-Jake Morrissey, The Genius in the Design
And finally, how six inch high little blue Nac Mac Feegle steal cattle:
"One under each foot. Seen 'em do it. You see a cow in a field, mindin' its own business, next minute the grass is rustlin', some little bugger shoults 'hup, hup, hup,' and the poor beast goes past voom! without its legs movin'," said Nanny.
Up the airy mountain and down the rushy geln ran the Nac Mac Feegle, who seemed to have no concept of stealth. Progress was a little slower now, because some of the party broke away occasionally to have a fight amongst themselves or an impromptu hunt, and in addition to the King of Lancre there was now, bobbing through the heather, the fox, a stunned stag, a wild boar, and a weasel who'd been suspected of looking at the Nac Mac Feegle in a funny way.
-Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum