Ez… ez…

Időnként szabályszerűen lehidalok Pratchett szituációkreáló képessége előtt. Nagyon jól ír – és időnként beszúr egy-egy olyan jelenetet, amelytől eldobom a könyvet és csak vigyorgok a plafonra.
Például itt van az, amikor Death és Albert próbálják megérteni a Heisenberg-relációt.

In the study of his dark house on the edge of Time, Death looked at the wooden box.
PERHAPS I SHALL TRY ONE MORE TIME, he said.
He reached down and lifted up a small kitten, patted it on the head, lowered it gently into the box, and closed the lid.
THE CAT DIES WHEN THE AIR RUNS OUT?
“I suppose it might, sir,” said Albert, his manservant. “But I don’t reckon that’s the point. If I understand it right, you don’t know if the cat’s dead or alive until you look at it.”
THINGS WILL HAVE TO A PRETTY PASS, ALBERT, IF I DID NOT KNOW WHETHER A THING WAS DEAD OR ALIVE WITHOUT HAVING TO GO AND LOOK.
“Er… the way the theory goes, sir, it’s the act of lookin” that determines if it’s alive or not.”
Death looked hurt.
ARE YOU SUGGESTING I WILL KILL THE CAT JUST BY LOOKING AT IT?
“It’s not quite like that, sir.”
I MEAN, IT’S NOT AS IF I MAKE FACES OR ANYTHING.
“To be honest with you, sir, I don’t think even the wizards understand the uncertainty business.” said Albert. “We didn’t truck with that class of stuff in my day. If you weren’t certain, you were dead.”

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