A pune, or play on words.
I have a powerful need to read all of the Discworld books, all of them from start to finish, from the first page to the last page, because I have just come to the stark realisation that Sir Terry is now on borrowed time and will no longer be able to use that genius imagination of his for much longer… theres a cruel irony, a man who made his living off his imagination, starting to lose it.
Is that Irony? …it’s close enough
Terry Pratchett has been my favourite author for as long as I can remember. His quick wit is always a delight, his well rounded characters are fun to read, and his plots can make you laugh one minute and then gasp in surprise the next. The Discworld is a world where I could lose myself forever, for some people it’s Middle Earth, for others its Hoggwarts… for me it’s the Disc
I wish to walk the streets of Ankh-Morpork, to eat a Sausage in’a Bun from C.M.O.T. Diblers tray, to meet the cynical Commander of the Watch Sir Samuel Vimes, to play THUD! with Vetinari, to be conned by a man named Moist, to travel Hubwards towards Lancre and meet the Witches that keep stories at bay, to travel the Disc, to stand on the back of four Elephants as they in turn stand on the back of a giant turtle swimming through space, and then to finally meet the one everyone meets in the end, to just talk about life with Death and maybe go for one last curry.
With every book I reread, I’ll be able to do all of these and more, with Sir Terry leading the way I shall revisit old friends and become acquainted with new ones… it’d be nice to visit again.