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The End of the Line – Raising Steam | Pratchett Job
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Rereading Discworld, one book at a time. Follow Pratchett Job on WordPress.com. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Thanks. The Day The World Went Away – The Shepherd’s Crown. Your Favourite Discworld Novels (sort of). Rating the Discworld – part four. Rating the Discworld – part three. Rating the Discworld – Part Two. Rating the Discworld – Part One. The End of the Line – Raising Steam. Death Trip – Snuff. East of Nowhere &...
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Hans Kramladen: März 2012
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Die Beste Aller Welten / The Best of All worlds / . Thoughts and Ideas / Gedanken and Ideen / Мысли and Идеи. This world / Diese Welt / Этот Мир. Radio Free Europe / Radio Liberty. Fire Kills 11 At Four-Star Hotel In Karachi. Seriously, Though: Nobody Has the Right to Appeal. Poemas del río Wang. 171;Templos judíos. Las reliquias de una edad de oro. Tu mourras moins bête. RFE Chaikhana Central Asia Blog. Other Worlds / Andere Welten / Другие Миры. Languages / Sprachen / Языки. Arabic the wrong way around.
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logodædalus: So that’s me for you - Part II
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So that’s me for you - Part II. 30413 § 5 commentarii. Grudgingly, I booked a placement on the School Experience Programme. Classroom experience being a prerequisite even to get to interview stage. Gloomily, I predicted that I would hate it, and that frankly I was only getting into this for the money, and much gritting of teeth would serve to get me through. Is entirely beyond me. Ldquo;Bonjour les étudiants! Ldquo;So, tell me, what have you been doing in your most recent lesson? Rdquo; It turned out tha...
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logodædalus: The field of the gods
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The field of the gods. 19613 § 1 commentarius. The field of the gods is quiet tonight,. Without corn, without barley. The god sleeps, theft unseen. The field of the gods is empty tonight,. Without ward, without guardian. Ripened corn, stolen with falsehood. The field of the gods, without white barley,. The bull's red blood spilt on the ground. A serpent has bound the Thunderer's feet. The field of the gods, plundered by giants,. Without land, without claim. A mother's three sons plunder at twilight.
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logodædalus: July 2011
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Archive for July 2011. The most unexpected of things. 29711 § 4 commentarii. I recently had the old riah zhooshed and idly inquired whether the cape around my shoulders had been shaken out since the last customer, as there appeared to be more than a few grey hairs down my front. Johann, the surly mitteleuropäisch. I am aware that this post is not without an element of chutzpah. Many (most? Of you dear and loyal readers are richer in years than I. Indeed, my husband, who is six years older than me, as...
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logodædalus: June 2013
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Archive for June 2013. The field of the gods. 19613 § 1 commentarius. The field of the gods is quiet tonight,. Without corn, without barley. The god sleeps, theft unseen. The field of the gods is empty tonight,. Without ward, without guardian. Ripened corn, stolen with falsehood. The field of the gods, without white barley,. The bull's red blood spilt on the ground. A serpent has bound the Thunderer's feet. The field of the gods, plundered by giants,. Without land, without claim. 171; Scripta veteriora.
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logodædalus: June 2012
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Archive for June 2012. 8612 § 3 commentarii. It’s the primal instinct which compels entire families to disgorge from their people-carriers in beach carparks, laden down with windbreakers, lilos, beach umbrellas, silly straw hats, those huge inflatable rings much-favoured by small children, beach-balls, garish swimming shorts, buckets, spades, suncream, sunglasses and myriad other impedimenta. It’s why they eat fish and chips. It almost certainly isn’t. For a start, although Twynham technically. Has a har...
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logodædalus: A boy and his dog
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A boy and his dog. 26513 § 0 commentarii. When I was four, I insisted that I wanted a dog. I'm not fully sure whence this inexorable conviction came, but nevertheless, I was solid on this. As young girls insist that they need. A pony (preferably in pink), I wanted a dog. And they allowed me to pick out a puppy. For reasons which still have yet to be determined, I initially insisted that he was called Gwalchmai. Either an irresponsible uncle had been filling my head with Arthurian nonsense, or I had j...
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logodædalus: So that’s me for you - Part I
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So that’s me for you - Part I. 30413 § 0 commentarii. It pains me to note that I have not updated this blog on a regular basis for at least six months. This is hardly for want of anything to blog about: rather my life has been embarrassingly full of incident since last October. Then It should come as no surprise to long-terms readers of my oft-drunken rantings here that I have for some time felt a certain dissatisfaction. Had been noticed and commented upon in the press. I should have been absolutely...
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logodædalus: May 2013
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Archive for May 2013. A boy and his dog. 26513 § 0 commentarii. When I was four, I insisted that I wanted a dog. I'm not fully sure whence this inexorable conviction came, but nevertheless, I was solid on this. As young girls insist that they need. A pony (preferably in pink), I wanted a dog. And they allowed me to pick out a puppy. For reasons which still have yet to be determined, I initially insisted that he was called Gwalchmai. Either an irresponsible uncle had been filling my head with Arthuria...