We've been covered in flies lately. Little itty bitty tiny flies, the type one might find in an ironic chardonnay (today it's actually chenin blanc, which is a less ironic drink to find a black fly in, but still somewhat wry). Hundreds of them, perhaps even squillions. I think it's to do with the hot weather, or maybe it's because we've got a reservoir, like, there. Probably a combination of both. Anyway, whatever, we're constantly having to vacuum up the corpses of a thousand dead. Or however many. I can't guess. A lot. Jesus. They were on our bed the other day. That was so gross. It makes the spider infestation seem positively mundane.
Come to think of it, there are so many damn spiders about, can you imagine how many flies there'd be without them? Ewww!
And I may have overestimated with 90 minutes for The Colour of Magic (TCoM, sorry for the abbreviation, just so used it) - my quick first draft of a 15-minute estimate came in at 6 pages. Heh. It'll be more like 10 properly formatted, but still. And, Miss Corinne, if you remember Maskerade, I managed that in 60 minutes. Okay, I cut the witches out, but still.. Eat it, Steve Kloves!
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A reservoir? A reservoir?? Try counting them again - we have nearly as many reservoirs and surrounding marshes as we have flies, spiders and swifts...
Does the librarian in TCoM have a name? Actually, is the librarian even in TCoM? When I get on Mastermind my specialist subject will be 'Simians in Literature', so I need to know.
The Librarian is not in TCoM - one of the very few Discworld books in which he does not feature, and for the very good reason that the magical accident which tranforms him into an Orang-Utan occurs in the next book, The Light Fantastic. The Librarian's name is The Librarian, or possibly Horace Worblehat.
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