DeathYou think so? Then take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and THEN show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet... you try to act as if there is some ideal order in the world. As if there is some... some rightness in the universe by which it may be judged.
SusanBut people have got to believe that, or what's the point?
DeathYou need to believe in things that aren't true. How else can they become?
DeathHuman beings make life so interesting. Do you know that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom? Life is such.
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[Susan is reading the fairy tale "Jack and the Beanstalk" to the children]
SusanAnd then Jack chopped down what was the world's last beanstalk, adding murder and ecological terrorism to the theft, enticement and trespass charges already mentioned, and all the giant's children didn't have a daddy any more. But he got away with it and lived happily ever after without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done. Which proves that you can be excused just about anything if you're a hero, because no-one asks inconvenient questions.
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[Death is able to stop a little match girl from dying]
DeathIt did not seem to get into the Hogswatch spirit at all.
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[Lord Downey is sitting at his desk when he hears a strange noise and realises that he is no longer alone]
Lord DowneyThe doors are locked. The windows are barred. The dog does not appear to have woken up. The squeaky floorboards haven't. I really doubt that you are a ghost, and gods generally do not announce themselves so politely. You could, of course, be Death, but I don't believe he bothers with such niceties. Besides, I'm feeling quite well.
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TeatimeI'd rather you didn't try any last-minute stuff.
[Twyla thinks she has heard a strange noise from the cellar and asks Susan to investigate. Susan goes into the cellar brandishing a poker, while Twyla and her parents watch from outside the door. Banging noises are heard]
Twyla[proudly]You don't have to worry. She always wins.
Death[grimly]I can't say it's ever really been mine.
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[Death confronts the Auditors, who have taken the shape of dogs to get to Susan and the Hogfather]
DeathYou couldn't resist it in the end? A mistake, I fancy. It gets under your skin, life. Speaking metaphorically, of course. And you see, the more you struggle for every moment, the more alive you stay... which is where I come in, as a matter of fact.
Auditor 1[changes to its original shape]You can't do this, there are rules!
[gets turned back into a dog]
DeathYes. There are rules. But you broke them. How dare you? HOW DARE YOU? And now there remains only one final question. Have you been naughty... or nice?
Death[Death, standing in for the Hogfather, has come down a narrow chimney and is trapped inside a cast-iron stove]This is really, really stupid.
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[first lines]
NarratorEverything starts somewhere, although many physicists disagree. There is the constant desire to find out where - where is the point where it all began. But much, much later than that, the Discworld was formed. Drifting onwards through space, atop four elephants on the shell of a giant turtle, the Great A'Tuin. It was some time after its creation when most people forgot that the very oldest stories of the beginning are, sooner or later, about blood. At least, that's one theory. The philosopher Didactylos suggested an alternative hypothesis: "Things just happen. What the hell." And so our story begins in Ankh-Morpork, the twin city of proud Ankh and pestilent Morpork, the biggest city in Discworld. A city where magic is just another job, and where the Tower of Art of the Unseen University for Wizards looms over all the dark narrow streets... Our story begins on a midwinter festival bearing a remarkable similarity to your Christmas. And so... it was the night before Hogswatch.
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DeathYou might very well think that I'd already thought of that, but I couldn't possibly comment.
AlbertNo, no, no! You've got put a bit more life in it, sir... Er, no offence intended. You've got to do a big fat laugh, sir. You've got to sound like you're pissing brandy and you're crapping plum pudding, sir... if you'll pardon my Klatchian.
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Lord DowneyMr Teatime, you have actually applied yourself to study of ways of killing Death?
DeathHappy Hogswatch. And good night, children... everywhere.
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SusanHis name's Bilious. He's the "Oh God" of hangovers. Something nasty's happening tonight. I'm hoping he can tell me what it is, but he's got to be able to think straight first.
Mustrum RidcullyAnd you brought him here?
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Susan[hits Teatime]Hello inner child, I'm the inner babysitter!
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Death[reads a list]The boy wants a pair of trousers that he doesn't have to share, a huge meat pie, a sugar mouse, "a lot of toys" and a puppy named Scruff.
AlbertAh, how sweet. I shall wipe away a tear, 'cause what he's getting, see, is this wooden toy and an apple.
AlbertIt's the HOPE that's important. It's a big part of belief. I mean to say, you give people jam today and they'll just sit and eat it. But jam tomorrow, now... that'll keep them going for ever.
DeathAnd you mean that because of this the poor get poor things and the rich get rich things?
AlbertWell, yes. That's the meaning of Hogswatch, isn't it, Master?
DeathBut I'm the Hogfather! At the moment, I mean.
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[the Auditors have just commissioned Lord Downey, Master of the Guild of Assassins, to "inhume" the Hogfather]
Auditor 1You will find persons on any street who can tell you his approximate address.
Lord DowneyYes, of course, but as you say, they can hardly give a map reference. Even then, how would the... Fat Man be inhumed? A glass of poisoned sherry, perhaps?
Auditor 1You misunderstand the nature of employment.