Wyth, ‘Troll, cytrace, and trovy,’ They rangyd Hankyn Bovy My churche all abowte.

Paula's shop, by contrast, had room sets behind its vast sheet of plate glass, a bedroom, or a sitting room with cushions and curtains in white linen to show off the dark wood of the furniture, and tropical ferns and grasses sprouting brilliantly out of pots that might, just might, have once graced a Balinese temple.

Which when his german saw, the stony feare / Ran to his hart, and all his sence dismayd […]

Uncharacteristically for him, Lord Vetinari laughed out loud. He very nearly gloated at the downfall of his enemy and slammed his copy of the Ankh-Morpork Times, open at the crossword page, on to his desk. ‘Cucumiform, shaped like a cucumber or a variety of squash! l thumb my nose at you, madam!’