So I’m watching the Granada version of The Blue Carbuncle and I just love this woman’s face

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#my face when anything

seriously every expression she has is like

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pls

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oh my god just take my gloves and stop talking Cusack you’re lowering the IQ of the whole street

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ah i see you’re still breathing that’s just lovely

and then she gets angry and it’s like

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i just can’t she strides around the room led by her chin

She’d be a brilliant Granny Weatherwax.

“You can't go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it's just a cage.”

Granny Weatherwax in Witches Abroad, by Terry Pratchett.

The world would be a better place if everyone grew up reading Terry Pratchett.

“Sin, young man, is when you treat people like things.” ”

—Granny Weatherwax, from Terry Pratchett’s Carpe Jugulum

“The thing about elves is they got no...no...begins with M." Granny snapped her fingers. "Manners?" "Hah! Right, but no." "Muscle? Mucus? Mystery?" "No, no, no. Means like bein' able to see the world from another person's point of view." Verence tried to see the world from a Granny Weatherwax perspective and suspicion dawned. "Empathy?" "Right!”

—Verence II of Lancre, Granny Weatherwax, Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies (1992)

“Oats's hand reached the ax handle. "Still not quick enough," said Granny. "Keep hold of it, though. Ax first, pray later. You look like a priest. What's your god?" "Er...Om." "That a he god or a she god?" "A he. Yes. A he. Definitely a he." It was one thing the Church hadn't schismed over, strangely. "Er...you don't mind, do you?" "Why should I mind?" "Well...your colleagues keep telling me the Omnians used to burn witches..." "They never did," said Granny. "I'm afraid I have to admit that the records show--" "They never burned witches," said Granny. "Probably they burned some old ladies who spoke up or couldn't run away. I wouldn't look for witches bein' burned," she added, shifting position. "I might look for witches doin' the burning, though. We ain't all nice.”

—Granny Weatherwax and Mightily Oats in Carpe Jugulum (a Novel of Discworld) by Terry Pratchett

“Granny Weatherwax looked out at the multi-layered, silvery world. 'Where am I?' INSIDE THE MIRROR. 'Am I dead?' THE ANSWER TO THAT, said Death, is SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NO AND YES. Esme turned, and a billion figures turned with her. 'When can I get out?' WHEN YOU FIND THE ONE THAT'S REAL. 'Is this a trick question?' NO Granny looked down at herself. 'This one,' she said.”

—Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad

Granny Weatherwax Explains Objectification is Wrong

“There’s no grays, only white that’s got grubby. I’m surprised you don’t know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people like things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.”
“It’s a lot more complicated than that—”
“No. It ain’t. When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they’re getting worried that they won’t like the truth. People as things, that’s where it starts.”
“Oh, I’m sure there are worse crimes—”
“But they starts with thinking about people as things…”

from Carpe Jugulum, by Terry Pratchett
It’s a basic point of ethics, as Granny Weatherwax so aptly puts it. Treating people like things is where the downward path starts. When a whole half of the human race is treated as things by the other half, and it’s so pervasive, so seemingly permanent that it seems like that’s the only way the world can be—well, that doesn’t make it any more right. It just makes it hegemonic.

“'There's no greys, only white that's got grubby. I'm surprised you don't know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That's what sin is.' ”

—Granny Weatherwax, Carpe Jugulum by Terry Pratchett

“And stars don't care what you wish, and magic don't make things better, and no one doesn't get burned who sticks their hand in a fire.”

—Terry Pratchett, Discworld, Granny Weatherwax

“Did you ever wonder what life would have been like if you’d said yes?” said Ridcully. “No.” “I suppose we’d have settled down, had children, grandchildren, that sort of thing...” “What about the fire?” she said. “What fire?” “Swept through our house just after we were married. Killed us both.” “What fire? I don’t know anything about any fire!” Granny turned around. “Of course not! It didn't happen. But the point is, it might have happened. You can’t say ‘if this didn't happen then that would have happened’ because you don’t know everything that might have happened. You might think something’d be good, but for all you know it could have turned out horrible. You can’t say ‘if only I’d..’ because you could be wishing for anything. The point is, you'll never know. You’ve gone past. So there’s no use thinking about it. So I don’t.”

—Terry Pratchett’s Lords and Ladies, on “what if” and “if only”.

Pratchett's Women - The female characters of the Discworld

I’ve just found this magnificent series of articles on the female characters of the Discworld. It starts with some well deserved criticism of the first few books and the analysis is genuine and smart.

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You can find all the parts of the series of articles by tansyrr here:

Pratchett’s Women I – The Boobs, the Bad and the Broomsticks

Pratchett’s Women II – Slash! Stab! A Lesson in Practical Queening in Lords and Ladies

Pratchett’s Women III – Werewolf Glamour and the Sexing of Dwarves in Guards, Guards!, Men at Arms, Feet of Clay

Pratchett’s Women IV – His Henpecked Voice (Jingo & The Fifth Elephant)

Pratchett’s Women V – The Seamstress Redemption in Night Watch

Pratchett’s Women VI – Pole Dancers, Goblin Girls, and the Family Man in Thud and Snuff

Pratchett’s Women VII – A Wonderful Personality and Good Hair – Agnes Nitt Maskerade and Carpe Jugulum

Pratchett’s Women VIII – Has Scythe, Will Teach School – Susan Sto Helit in Soul Music, Hogfather & Thief of Time

Pratchett’s Women IX – The Truth Has Got Her Boots On

These characters deserve and demand attention and some of them are among the best written female characters I’ve ever read.

Note: I truly hope that tansyrr continues her series with articles dedicated to Adora Belle Dearheart and the women in Moist’s series as well as one about the Tiffany series which is a true polyphony of female characters and complicated female issues and plotlines. I fell in love with her critical eye and I can’t wait to read what she would write on those two subjects.

“She'd been a witch here all her life. And one of the things a witch did was stand right on the edge, where the decisions had to be made. You made them so that others didn't have to, so that others could even pretend to themselves that there were no decisions to be made, no little secrets, that things just happened. You never said what you knew. And you didn't ask for anything in return.”

—Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum

“Go back," said Granny. "You call yourself some kind of goddess and you know nothing, madam, nothing. What don't die can't live. What don't live can't change. What don't change can't learn. The smallest creature that dies in the grass knows more than you. You're right. I'm older. You've lived longer than me but I'm older than you. And better'n you. And, madam, that ain't hard.”

—Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

“Granny Weatherwax's beehives were tucked away down one side of the cottage.  Some were the old straw kind, most were patched-up wooden ones.  They thundered with activity, even this late in the year.  Tiffany turned aside to look at them, and the bees poured out in a dark stream.  They swarmed toward Tiffany, formed a column, and-- She laughed.  They'd made a witch of bees in front of her, thousands of them all holding station in the air.  She raised her right hand.  With a rise in the level of buzzing, the bee-witch raised its right hand.  She turned around.  It turned around, the bees carefully copying every swirl and flutter of her dress, the ones on the very edge buzzing desperate because they had the farthest to fly. She carefully put down the big sack and reached out toward the figure.  With another roar of wings it went shapeless for a moment, then re-formed a little way away, but with a hand outstretched toward her.  The bee that was the tip of its forefinger hovered just in front of Tiffany's fingernail. "Shall we dance?" said Tiffany.”

—Terry Pratchet, A Hat Full of Sky
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