“‘Scuse me, Your Reverence,” said Goodmountain. One of the dwarfs had tapped him gently on the shoulder and handed him a square of paper. He passed it up to the Bursar.
“Young Caslong here thought you might like this as a souvenir,” he said. “He took it down directly from the case and pulled it off on the stone. He’s very quick like that.”
Th Bursar tried to look the young dwarf sternly up and down, although this was a pretty pointless intimidatory tactic to use on dwarfs, since they had very little up to look down from.
“Really?” he said. “How very…” His eyes scanned the paper.
And then bulged.
“But these are… when I said… I only just said… how did you know I was going to say… I mean, my actual words…” he stuttered.
“Of course they’re not properly justified,” said Goodmountain.
“Now just a moment–” the Bursar began.
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Terry Pratchett, The Truth