The last time there was this much excitement about a tablet, it had some commandments written on it.

Vimes was already lost. Oh, there was the sun, but that was just a direction. He could feel it on the side of his face.   And the camel rocked from side to side. There was no real way of judging distance, except by haemorrhoids.

I’m capable of taking my own decisions.

Changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose: there they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character--one has to begin too far back.

Written By Henry James

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