Стража! Стража!

           Itwas,theGrandMasterconceded,aslightlybettercollection.TheBrothershadcertainlybeenbusy.Prideofplacewasgiventoanilluminatedtavernsignwhoseremoval,theGrandMasterthought,shouldhavemeritedsomesortofcivicaware.AtthemomenttheEwasaghastlypinkandflashedonandoffatrandom.

           "Igotthat,"saidBrotherWatchtowerproudly."TheythoughtIwasmendingitorsomething,butItookmyscrewdriverandI-"

           "Yes,welldone,"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster."Showsinitiative."

           "Thankyou,SupremeGrandMaster,"beamedBrotherWatchtower.

           ’’-knucklesrubbedraw,allredandcracked.Neverevengotmythreedollarsback,either,no-oneasmuchassays-’’

           "Andnow,"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster,takingupthebook,"wewillbegintocommence.Shutup,BrotherDunnykin."

           ...

           EverytowninthemultiversehasapartthatissomethinglikeAnkh-Morpork’sShades.It’susuallytheoldestpart,itslanesfaithfullyfollowingtheoriginaltracksofmedievalcowsgoingdowntotheriver,andtheyhavenamesliketheShambles,theRookery,SniggsAlley...

           MostofAnkh-Morporkislikethatinanycase.ButtheShadeswasevenmoreso,asortofblackholeofbred-in-the-brickworklawlessness.Putitlikethis:eventhecriminalswereafraidtowalkthestreets.TheWatchdidn’tsetfootinit.