Small Gods is Sir Pterry’s take on the Catholic church and hoo boy, is it ever a take. There are prophets and exquisitors and gods, and God, and long treks through deserts. It’s very, very good.
Words are the litmus paper of the minds. If you find yourself in the power of someone who will use the word “commence” in cold blood, go somewhere else very quickly. But if they say “Enter”, don’t stop to pack.
Om began to feel the acute depression that steals over every realist in the presence of an optimist.
We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.