It seems to me I should join the D’regs
fighting the Klatchian Foreign League
where Death as Beau Nidle is buried
in a pit of sand up to his neck
I would love to become part of a collection
of cheerfully warlike tribes having lots of fun
fighting everyone, enemies, friends, the Klatchian
Foreign League and mainly themselves
I also have a melting flowing mass that serves as
my consciousness and my brain is set to simmer
all the time, I would love to join a club where axes
are thrown and crossbows fired
In a good-humoured, easy-going way, whenever I
criticise anyone I feel bad, when the corners of their
mouths pull down, I feel like a murderer, while they
happily usurp the right to criticise me all the time
Calling me a bad sister for being alive and breathing,
simply because I am too stupid to anticipate what they
want and only offer service of the wrong kind…
‘Soul Music’ – Terry Pratchett
Corgi Books 1977, Quoted from
Pages 108, 111 and 112
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