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           "Thisisnothingpersonal,youunderstand,"saidCharleytoNobby."It’sjustawossname.Hadawizardinheretheothernighttalkingaboutit.Sortofbendyeducationalthing,youknow?"Heappearedtothinkforamoment."Learningcurve.Thatwasit.It’salearningcurve.Detritus,getyourbigstonyarseoverhereamoment."

           Generally,aboutthistimeintheMendedDrum,someonethrowsaglass.And,infact,thisnowhappened.

           ...

           CaptainVimesranupShortStreet-thelongestinthecity,whichshowsthefamousMorporksubtlesenseofhumourinanutshell-withSergeantColonstumblingalongbehind,protesting.

           NobbywasoutsidetheDrum,hoppingfromonefoottoanother.Intimesofdangerhehadawayofpropellinghimselffromplacetoplacewithoutapparentlymovingthroughtheinterveningspacewhichcouldputanyordinarymattertransportertoshame.

           "’E’sfightinginthere!"hestuttered,grabbingthecaptain’sarm.

           "Allbyhimself?"saidthecaptain.

           "No,witheveryone!"shoutedNobby,hoppingfromonefoottotheother.

           "Oh."

           Consciencesaid:There’sthreeofyou.He’swearingthesameuniform.He’soneofyourmen.RememberpooroldGaskin.